Luyện nghe bài hát Afterparty

Damn, yo, yo
Woke up in the morning, ten a.m
Walked passed the Listerine, went for the gin
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin

Yo, Meth, the
Yo, ghost, let him in
Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend,
by the x, my bad, here's a pen

Gucci flops, I box my way to the kitchen
My keys is missin', my trees is
No more parties, 'cuz doc need to
'Cuz in my closet, go look, he's a pissin'

I cursed this bitch out, we be laid

Yo, yo half a box of cereal gone, my warm
Mad strong, this is John, pro and con phenomenon
Stretch a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn
Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break on

meet son see
Boats suites dough
No cat give you these, rap triple G's
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we

Wu-Tang, the rap group of all time
little shotgun, rest around nine
Refrigerator, fish and sweets no swine
Dirty and Meth guest with four dimes

And U-G. had a headache
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, that cake
Where Divine at? at
Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind
Dime sack, you we blew that wit the cognac
bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks

I say my girl, like to party all the time,
Spend up my ends, every week, she always broke
Thank God Friday, I just got paid
Feelin' good I just got laid

The drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G
White girls comin' out, like they Pink on E
So you better get the started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin'

Is where it's at, Street is you passin' that?
is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back
You know my habitat, you my peoples
If you wit me, where you at ain't nothin' compared to that
on

Each son see
Boats suites beats
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we

Yo, I got me some gin
Everybody got they cup, but ain't chipped in
These cheap muthafuckas be ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your then they bounce off with them

Come back again, drunk off gin
And they try to get you for they ends, that's no friend
Eh, eh, no friend, eh, eh

Yeah, I got me some gin
Everybody got cup, but they ain't chipped in
These cheap muthafuckas be ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with

back again, drunk off your gin
And when try to get you for they ends, that's no friend
Eh, eh, no friend, eh, eh

Yeah, greedy
Man, I swear I can't y'all muthafuckas
Always get high, but never wanna buy
First one to into the party
Last one to leave, man, all that
Aiyo, this out
Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we from man