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 on it then they die and what's the use?
I'm so secure in Jesus all I want in 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 beef cause you
Chasin' money like them hundreds got
Buddy wanna be rich but even 50 done
That he still feel broke even he got bread
Make 'em throw away they life, got 'em runnin' the feds
Love of money's like crack, of 'em will leave you dead
When you die and face God, nothin' left to be
Instead of chasin' the truth, you a lie to the head
all I can do is tell you what Jesus said
Repent and turn from your sin cause the of God's at hand
real

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

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

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I promise I to date her
Now that we broke up she be ya boy a hater
Cause all I do is use her for my Maker
My treasure's up in Heaven, Christ is my
If I was broke I'd be richer than folks who had Him
God is the Gospel, not a new
Was empty and He gave me life and that's
Get me, homie I spend six centuries
saying I'm satisfied in the sensie
And it's sickenin' that God ain't good enough
We gotta tell 'em can get rich quickly
Now this is heresy, false, not true
2nd Corinthians 8 and verse 2
Read that and believe that
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
still had joy