Luyện nghe bài hát Good Times

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

[Ghostface
Take out the rap kingpin, the black
I know a few niggas coke and caught seizures
to ten thousand seaters
And all pretty ass Libras
My Tommy dick'll blow 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 turned the on?
to my microphone and preach on
Brother, that's that bullshit in my arm
Crackhead stop it, pusher stop it
The father me a message and I came to drop it
The prophet is to each other
Michael Jordan/Jackson, money, Oprah
got our love by go get Africa

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

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

Superb]
Timberland, snorkels, jewels, cash insurance
Tai hold, fly clothes and El
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, em power food
The that Allah will do
he'll discover you
Look 'em like a of jewels
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 need me, you me
over, get that weed to me
The champion, the
Ask me what the surface be
In me Marcus Camby
Hear me, I fuck with
Dons, on this, the hit list got
All of names, so y'all lames is hist'
I kissed the bangin-est bitch (all night) that's famous for her
Not that tall doofy chick in your hood Snitch
on!

[Lord
for sharp shoes
Similac, Huggies, big Shizam

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

[Lord
A big mansion, real product of the scampy
boat, big yacht, and beige Hummer
Summer home, big and cologne
Remember heroes? I guess them days is gone
Mommy got a house, got a house
got a house, we moved 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
dice in the church with nuns
We come the biggest guns