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 die and what's the use?
I'm so in Jesus all I want in life is fruit
Don't need no fast money, don't need a car
Yeah the faith is a race but it ain't a
And you and God got cause you keep
Chasin' like them hundreds got feet
Buddy wanna be but even 50 done said
That he still feel broke even he got bread
'em throw away they life, got 'em runnin' from the feds
Love of money's like crack, both of 'em leave you dead
When you die and God, nothin' left to be said
Instead of chasin' the truth, you take a lie to the
Homie all I can do is tell you what Jesus
Repent and turn from your sin cause the kingdom of at hand
That's

Got money, got
So what who
Got money, got
I got baby!

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

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
Cause all I do is use her for my Maker
My up in Heaven, Christ is my satisfaction
If I was broke I'd be richer folks who never had Him
God is the Gospel, not a new
Was and He gave me life and that's plenty
Get me, homie I could six centuries
Simply saying I'm satisfied in the
And it's that knowin' God ain't good enough
We tell '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 was e-flat
They had joy