Luyện nghe bài hát Afterparty

Damn, yo, yo
Woke up in the morning, ten a.m
Walked the Listerine, went straight 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 flip flops, I box my way to the
My keys is missin', my is missin'
No more parties, 'cuz doc to listen
'Cuz in my closet, go look, he's a pissin'

I this bitch out, we be laid back

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

Each son see
Boats suites beats
No cat you these, rap flow triple G's
Meth, Ghost, Beez, you know we ride

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

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

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

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

Is it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?
Mami's is ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back
You my habitat, you know my peoples
If you wit me, where you at there nothin' compared to that
on

Each son see
suites dough beats
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, please
Meth, Ghost, Beez, you know we ride

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

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

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

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

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