Luyện nghe bài hát Good Times

[Intro: Ghostface
himself
Man, woman,
The of life
Enterprise!

[Ghostface
out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures
to ten thousand seaters
And all y'all ass Libras
My Tommy dick'll blow ass to pieces
I love fuckin with y'all I got the George walk
Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all
on, who turned the lights on?
Word to my and preach on
Brother, that's bullshit in my right arm
Crackhead it, dope pusher stop it
The sent me a message and I came to drop it
The prophet is to love other
Michael Jordan/Jackson, money, Oprah
They got our by go get Africa

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

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

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

[Ghostface
if the BIBLE wasn't good?
And was bad, as bad as it should
It matters, em power food
The that Allah will do
Maybe he'll you
Look 'em a couple of jewels
Ticket traum' was old, that plus the God ain't loved the way I
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 the surface could be
In me Marcus Camby
me, I fuck with family
Dons, chew on this, the hit got
All of your names, so lames is hist'
I kissed the bangin-est bitch (all night) that's for her tits
Not that tall doofy chick in hood called Snitch
on!

[Lord
for sharp shoes
Similac, Huggies, big jewels

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

Superb]
A big mansion, real product of the strip
boat, big yacht, and beige Hummer
Summer home, big stones and
Remember heroes? I them corner days is gone
Mommy got a house, got a house
got a house, we moved out
That's right, we out
Now that's I'm talkin about

Killah]
Smackin all stars and chumps
Gettin cash in the sums
dice in the church with nuns
We with the biggest guns