Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas me and they all rollin' fly Coups
throw some D's on it but they still ain't got truth
They blow they cheese on it then they die and what's the
I'm so secure in all I want in life is fruit
need no fast money, don't need a fast car
Yeah the faith is a race but it a NASCAR
And you and God got beef cause you
Chasin' like them hundreds got feet
Buddy wanna be rich but even 50 said
That he still feel broke even though he got
Make 'em throw they life, got 'em runnin' from the feds
Love of money's like crack, both of 'em will you dead
When you die and face God, left to be said
Instead of the truth, you take a lie to the head
Homie all I can do is you what Jesus said
Repent and turn your sin cause the kingdom of God's at hand
That's

Got money, got
So who cares?
Got money, got
I got baby!

want they cheese, American mozzerella
The rat trap might snap any second
I'm like that dude in who after finding a treasure
Gave all he had to get it, that's a go-getta
The 13 letters, the Torah,Gospel and
You'll never see the soul of prophets chasin' a
Now look at 1 Timothy 6, it's so
You chase the money and wind up in a
Now a vow of poverty, no, not there
But you pursue God, the rest, He takes
You step on His back in order to get rich
If you do then in sin and ordered to repent
You come to Christ for God, you come to for worship
He take that cross to fund your vanity purchase
Even though we all that death is certain
It seems we believe banks beyond earth
crazy

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I promise I used to her
Now that we broke up she be callin' ya boy a
Cause all I do is use her for glorifyin' my
My treasure's up in Heaven, Christ is my
If I was broke I'd be richer than who never had Him
God is the Gospel, not a new
Was empty and He gave me life and plenty
Get me, homie I could six centuries
saying I'm satisfied in the sensie
And it's that knowin' God ain't good enough
We gotta 'em they can get rich quickly
Now is heresy, false, it's not true
2nd Corinthians chapter 8 and 2
that and please believe that
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
They had joy