Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas me and they all rollin' 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 what's the
I'm so secure in Jesus all I in life is fruit
Don't need no fast money, don't need a car
Yeah the faith is a race but it a NASCAR
And you and God got beef you keep
Chasin' money them hundreds got feet
wanna be rich but even 50 done said
That he still feel even though he got bread
Make 'em away they life, got 'em runnin' from the feds
Love of money's like crack, of 'em will leave you dead
When you die and face God, nothin' to be said
Instead of the truth, you take a lie to the head
Homie all I can do is tell you what said
Repent and turn from sin cause the kingdom of God's at hand
real

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

People want they cheese, mozzerella
The enemy's rat trap might any second
I'm like that dude in Matthew who finding a treasure
Gave all he had to get it, a real go-getta
The 13 letters, the Torah,Gospel and
You'll never see the soul of prophets 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, it's not
But you pursue God, the rest, He takes
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 Christ for God, you come to for worship
He ain't take that cross to fund your vanity
Even we all agree that death is certain
It seems we believe banks beyond earth
crazy

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I I used 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, is my satisfaction
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 spend six centuries
saying I'm satisfied in the sensie
And it's sickenin' that knowin' God ain't good
We gotta tell 'em they can get rich
Now this is heresy, false, it's not
2nd Corinthians 8 and verse 2
Read that and believe that
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
still had joy