Luyện nghe bài hát Good Times

[Intro: Killah]
himself
Man, woman,
The book of
Enterprise!

[Ghostface
out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to ten seaters
And all pretty ass Libras
My Tommy dick'll blow y'all ass to
I love fuckin with y'all I got the Jeff walk
Look how I dance, 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 message and I came to it
The prophet is to love other
Michael Jordan/Jackson, Cosby money,
They got our by go get Africa

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

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

[Lord
Timberland, snorkels, jewels, cash insurance
Tai hold, fly clothes and El
5 plus 5 O's, one 9 O's
Save our self, our goals

[Ghostface
What if the BIBLE good?
And was bad, as bad as it should
It matters, feed em food
The wonders Allah will do
Maybe discover you
Look 'em like a couple of
Ticket traum' was old, plus 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 weed to me
The champion, the
Ask me what the could be
In me Marcus Camby
Hear me, I with family
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 famous for her
Not tall doofy chick in your hood called Snitch
on!

[Lord
Bentleys for shoes
Similac, Huggies, big jewels

Infrared at niggas
We execution niggas
Markin it mummy, he money, he fly
Super wizzers, look like Luther
catches ill inventions
Strength, real niggas holdin as real as ninjas
So illable, wheel of promotin like dealer
Instiller, get real for hugs, lets feel I'm ill with colour
Yo bacon, straight cake, layin on my paper
Fuck all your statements
us? Battle gauges

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

[Ghostface
all y'all stars and chumps
Gettin in the larger sums
Shootin dice in the with nuns
We with the biggest guns