Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas me and they all rollin' fly Coups
They throw some D's on it but they ain't 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
need no fast money, don't need a fast car
Yeah the faith is a but it ain't a NASCAR
And you and God got cause you keep
Chasin' money them hundreds got feet
Buddy wanna be but even 50 done said
That he feel broke even though he got bread
Make 'em throw away they life, got 'em runnin' the feds
Love of money's crack, both of 'em will leave you dead
you die and face God, nothin' 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 from your sin the kingdom of God's at hand
That's

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

People want cheese, American mozzerella
The enemy's rat trap might snap any
I'm that dude in Matthew who after finding a treasure
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 chasin' a profit
Now look at 1 Timothy 6, so clear
You chase the money and up in a snare
Now a vow of poverty, no, it's not
But you God, the rest, He takes care
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 take that cross to fund your vanity purchase
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 I used to date 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 folks who never had Him
God is the Gospel, not a new
Was empty and He gave me and that's plenty
Get me, I could spend six centuries
Simply I'm satisfied in the sensie
And sickenin' that knowin' God ain't good enough
We tell 'em they can get rich quickly
Now this is heresy, false, not true
2nd Corinthians chapter 8 and 2
that and please believe that
Forget a c-note, man, pockets was e-flat
They had joy