Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas passin' me and all rollin' fly Coups
They throw D's on it but they still ain't got truth
They they cheese on it then they die and what's the use?
I'm so secure in all I want 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 beef cause you
Chasin' like them hundreds got feet
Buddy be rich but even 50 done said
That he still broke even though he got bread
Make 'em throw away they life, got 'em from the feds
Love of money's like crack, of 'em will leave you dead
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 from your sin the kingdom of God's at hand
That's

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

People want they cheese, mozzerella
The enemy's rat trap snap any second
I'm like that dude in Matthew who after a treasure
all he had to get it, that's a real go-getta
The 13 letters, the Torah,Gospel and
You'll never see the soul of chasin' a profit
Now look at 1 6, it's so clear
You chase the and wind up in a snare
Now a vow of poverty, no, not there
But you pursue God, the rest, He care
You don't step on His back in order to get
If you do then you're in sin and to repent
You come to for God, you come to Daddy for worship
He ain't take cross to fund your vanity purchase
Even we all agree that death is certain
It we believe 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
all I do is use her for glorifyin' my Maker
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 could spend six
Simply I'm satisfied in the sensie
And it's sickenin' knowin' God ain't good enough
We gotta tell 'em they can get rich
Now this is heresy, false, not true
2nd Corinthians 8 and verse 2
Read that and believe that
a c-note, man, they pockets was e-flat
They had joy