Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas passin' me and they all fly Coups
throw some D's on it but they still ain't got truth
They blow cheese 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 faith is a race but it a NASCAR
And you and God got beef cause you
Chasin' money 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 will leave you
you die and face God, nothin' left to be said
Instead of chasin' the truth, you a lie to the head
Homie all I can do is tell you Jesus said
Repent and turn your sin cause the kingdom 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 might any second
I'm like dude in Matthew who after finding a treasure
Gave all he had to get it, that's a go-getta
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 God, the rest, He takes care
You don't step on His back in order to get
If you do you're in sin and ordered to repent
You come to for God, you come to Daddy for worship
He take that cross to fund your vanity purchase
Even though we all that death is certain
It seems we believe banks beyond earth
That's

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I I used to date her
Now that we broke up she be 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 empty and He gave me and that's plenty
Get me, homie I could spend six
Simply saying I'm in the sensie
And it's sickenin' that God ain't good enough
We gotta tell 'em they can get rich
Now this is heresy, false, not true
2nd chapter 8 and verse 2
Read that and please believe
Forget a c-note, man, they was e-flat
still had joy