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 they cheese on it then they die and what's the use?
I'm so in Jesus all I want in life is fruit
Don't 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
money like them hundreds got feet
Buddy wanna be rich but even 50 done
That he still feel broke even he got bread
Make 'em throw away life, got 'em runnin' from 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 chasin' the truth, you take a lie to the
all I can do is tell you what Jesus said
Repent and turn from your sin cause the kingdom of at hand
real

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

want 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, 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 and wind up in a snare
Now a vow of poverty, no, it's not
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 for God, you come to Daddy for worship
He ain't take cross to fund your vanity purchase
Even though we all agree death is certain
It seems we believe there's beyond earth
That's

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I promise I to date her
Now that we up she be callin' ya boy a hater
all I do is use her for glorifyin' my Maker
My up in Heaven, Christ is my satisfaction
If I was I'd be richer than folks 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 spend six
Simply saying I'm satisfied in the
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
Read that and believe that
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
They had joy