Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

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

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

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

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I promise I used to her
Now we broke up she be callin' ya boy a hater
all I do is use her for glorifyin' my Maker
My treasure's up in Heaven, is my satisfaction
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 and that's plenty
Get me, homie I could spend six
Simply saying I'm satisfied in the
And sickenin' that knowin' God ain't good enough
We gotta 'em they can get rich quickly
Now this is heresy, false, it's not
2nd chapter 8 and verse 2
Read that and please believe
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
still had joy