Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas passin' me and they all fly Coups
They throw some D's on it but they still ain't got
They blow they cheese on it then they die and the use?
I'm so secure in all I want in life is fruit
Don't need no fast money, don't need a car
Yeah the faith is a but it ain't a NASCAR
And you and God got cause you keep
Chasin' money like them hundreds got
Buddy wanna be rich but even 50 said
he still feel broke even though he got bread
Make 'em throw away they life, got 'em runnin' 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 the kingdom of God's at hand
real

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

want they cheese, American mozzerella
The enemy's rat trap might snap any
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 see the soul of prophets chasin' a profit
Now look at 1 Timothy 6, it's so
You chase the money and up in a snare
Now a vow of poverty, no, not there
But you God, the rest, He takes care
You step on His back in order to get rich
If you do then you're in sin and ordered to
You come to Christ for God, you come to Daddy for
He ain't take that cross to fund your purchase
Even though we all agree death is certain
It seems we believe banks beyond earth
crazy

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 up in Heaven, Christ is my satisfaction
If I was broke I'd be richer 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 six centuries
saying I'm satisfied in the sensie
And it's sickenin' that God ain't good enough
We gotta tell 'em they can get rich
Now is heresy, false, it's not true
2nd chapter 8 and verse 2
Read that and believe that
Forget a c-note, man, they was e-flat
still had joy