Luyện nghe bài hát Good Times

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

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

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

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

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

Killah]
What if the BIBLE good?
And good was bad, as bad as it
It matters, em power food
The wonders that Allah do
he'll discover you
Look 'em like a 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 the surface could be
In me Marcus Camby
me, I fuck with family
Dons, on this, the hit list got
All of your names, so lames is hist'
I the bangin-est bitch (all night) that's famous for her tits
Not that tall doofy chick in your hood Snitch
on!

[Lord
Bentleys for shoes
Similac, Huggies, big Shizam

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

[Lord
A big mansion, real product of the strip
Cell boat, big yacht, and beige
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
right, we moved out
Now that's what I'm talkin

[Ghostface
Smackin all y'all stars and
cash in the larger sums
Shootin dice in the church with
We come the biggest guns