Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas passin' me and they all rollin' fly
They throw some D's on it but 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 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 even though he got
Make 'em throw away they life, got 'em 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
of chasin' the truth, you take a lie to the head
Homie all I can do is tell you what said
Repent and turn from your sin cause the of God's 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 snap any second
I'm like that dude in Matthew who after finding a
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 prophets a profit
Now at 1 Timothy 6, it's so clear
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 care
You don't on His back in order to get rich
If you do then in sin and ordered to repent
You come to Christ for God, you come to Daddy for
He ain't take that cross to your vanity purchase
Even though we all that death is certain
It seems we there's banks beyond earth
crazy

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
Cause all I do is use her for glorifyin' my
My treasure's up in Heaven, Christ is my
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 life and plenty
Get me, homie I spend six centuries
Simply saying I'm in the sensie
And it's sickenin' that knowin' God ain't good
We gotta tell 'em can get rich quickly
Now this is heresy, false, it's not
2nd Corinthians 8 and verse 2
that and please believe that
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
They had joy