Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas me and they all rollin' fly Coups
They throw some D's on it but they ain't got truth
They they cheese on it then they die and what's the use?
I'm so secure in Jesus all I want in is fruit
Don't no fast money, don't need a fast car
Yeah the faith is a but it ain't a NASCAR
And you and God got beef you keep
money like them hundreds got feet
Buddy wanna be but even 50 done said
That he still feel broke though he got bread
Make 'em away they life, got 'em runnin' from the feds
Love of like crack, both of 'em will leave you dead
When you die and God, nothin' left to be said
Instead of the truth, you take a lie to the head
all I can do is tell you what Jesus said
Repent and from your 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 rat trap might snap any second
I'm like that 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
never see the soul of prophets chasin' a profit
Now look at 1 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 step on His 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
though we all agree that death is certain
It seems we believe there's banks beyond
crazy

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
Cause all I do is use her for glorifyin' my
My up in Heaven, Christ is my satisfaction
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 life and that's
Get me, homie I could spend six
Simply I'm satisfied in the sensie
And sickenin' that knowin' God ain't good enough
We tell 'em they can get rich quickly
Now is heresy, false, it's not true
2nd Corinthians chapter 8 and 2
Read that and please that
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
They had joy