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,
Right by the x, my bad, 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 something in my closet, go look, a pissin'

I cursed this bitch out, we be laid

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

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

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

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

I say my girl, like to party all the time,
Spend up my ends, week, she always crime broke
Thank God it's Friday, I got paid
good like 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 garbage

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

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

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

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

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