Luyện nghe bài hát Good Times

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

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

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

[Ghostface (Lord Superb)]
Fuck niggas an' fuck 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 over? (It's over) It's

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

[Ghostface
What if the BIBLE wasn't
And good was bad, as bad as it
It matters, feed em power
The that Allah will 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
People see me, G.
He on the cell, seen me?
You me, you read me
over, get that weed to me
The champion, the
Ask me what the surface be
In me like Marcus
me, I fuck with family
Dons, on this, the hit list 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 your hood 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, like Luther bitches
Still 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 aces
Fuck all your under
us? Battle gauges

[Lord
A big mansion, product of the strip scampy
Cell boat, big yacht, and Hummer
Summer home, big stones and
Remember heroes? I guess them 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

Killah]
Smackin all y'all and chumps
Gettin cash in the sums
Shootin in the church with nuns
We come with the guns