Luyện nghe bài hát Afterparty

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

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

flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
My keys is missin', my is missin'
No parties, 'cuz doc need to listen
'Cuz something in my closet, go look, a pissin'

I cursed bitch out, we be laid back

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

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

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

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

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

The next drink's on me, of, oh God, you think O.G
White girls they comin' out, like they on E
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk
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 dough
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 they cup, but they ain't in
These muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your then they bounce off with them

Come back again, off your gin
And when they try to get you for they ends, no friend
Eh, eh, no friend, eh, eh

Yeah, I got me some gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't in
cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight finish your shit then they bounce 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, greedy
Man, I swear I can't stand muthafuckas
wanna get high, but never wanna buy
First one to come the party
Last one to leave, man, fuck all
Aiyo, this out
Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come man