Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas passin' me and they all fly Coups
They some D's on it but they still ain't got truth
They blow they cheese on it then they die and the use?
I'm so secure in Jesus all I in life is fruit
Don't no fast money, don't need a fast car
Yeah the faith is a race but it ain't a
And you and God got cause you keep
Chasin' money like them got feet
Buddy wanna be rich but even 50 said
That he still broke even though he got bread
Make 'em throw away life, got 'em runnin' from the feds
Love of money's like crack, both of 'em leave you dead
When you die and face God, nothin' left to be
Instead of chasin' the truth, you a lie to the head
Homie all I can do is tell you Jesus said
Repent and turn from your sin cause the of God's at hand
That's

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

People want they cheese, American
The enemy's rat trap snap any second
I'm that dude in Matthew who after 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 of prophets chasin' a profit
Now at 1 Timothy 6, it's 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 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 take that to fund your vanity purchase
Even though we all agree that is certain
It seems we believe there's banks earth
That's

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I promise I 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, Christ is my
If I was I'd be richer than 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 spend six
Simply saying I'm in the sensie
And it's sickenin' that knowin' God good enough
We gotta tell 'em can get rich quickly
Now this is heresy, false, it's not
2nd Corinthians chapter 8 and 2
Read that and believe that
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
still had joy