Luyện nghe bài hát Good Times

[Intro: Ghostface
Allah
Man, woman,
The book of
Enterprise!

[Ghostface
Take out the rap kingpin, the black
I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught
Peace to ten seaters
And all pretty ass Libras
My Tommy blow y'all ass to pieces
I love fuckin with y'all I got the Jeff walk
how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts
Hold on, who the lights on?
Word to my microphone and on
Brother, that's bullshit in my right arm
stop it, dope pusher stop it
The father sent me a and I came to drop it
The prophet is to each other
Jordan/Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah
They got our love by go get

[Lord
Harmony, grits, cheese
Whips, data first in the fifth
What

[Ghostface (Lord Superb)]
Fuck y'all niggas an' fuck y'all an'
Fuck the pictures y'all takin, fuck the you in
Starsky bring home the dough now the is over
(It's over) It's over? (It's over) over?

Superb]
Timberland, snorkels, jewels, cash insurance
Tai hold, fly clothes and El
5 plus 5 O's, one 9 O's
our self, reach our goals

[Ghostface
What if the wasn't good?
And was bad, as bad as it should
It matters, em power food
The wonders that Allah do
Maybe he'll you
'em like a couple of jewels
Ticket traum' was old, that the God ain't loved the way I move
see me, G. Deini
He beeny on the cell, me?
You me, you read me
Captain over, get that to me
The champion, the
Ask me what the could be
In me Marcus Camby
Hear me, I fuck with
Dons, chew on this, the hit got
All of your names, so y'all lames is
I kissed the bangin-est bitch (all night) that's for her tits
Not that doofy chick in your hood called Snitch
on!

[Lord
Bentleys for shoes
Similac, Huggies, big Shizam

Infrared shootin at
We execution niggas
it mummy, he money, he fly bummy
Super wizzers, look like bitches
Still catches ill
Strength, real niggas holdin blitz as real as
So illable, wheel of promotin Benz dealer
Instiller, get real for hugs, lets chill feel I'm ill with
Yo bacon, straight cake, layin on my paper
all your under statements
Battle us? Battle

[Lord
A big mansion, real product of the strip
Cell boat, big yacht, and Hummer
Summer home, big stones and
Remember heroes? I guess them corner is gone
Mommy got a house, Daddy got a
Granny got a house, we out
That's right, we out
Now that's what I'm about

Killah]
Smackin all y'all stars and
cash in the larger sums
Shootin dice in the church nuns
We with the biggest guns