Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas passin' me and they all rollin' fly
They throw some D's on it but they still got truth
They blow they cheese on it they die and what's the use?
I'm so secure in all I want in life 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
Chasin' money like hundreds got feet
Buddy wanna be but even 50 done said
That he still feel even though he got bread
Make 'em throw away they life, got 'em runnin' from the
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 take a lie to the
Homie all I can do is tell you what said
Repent and turn from your sin cause the kingdom of at hand
That's

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

People they cheese, American mozzerella
The rat trap might snap any second
I'm like 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 never see the soul of chasin' a profit
Now at 1 Timothy 6, it's so clear
You chase the money and up in a snare
Now a vow of poverty, no, not there
But you pursue God, the rest, He care
You don't on His back in order to get rich
If you do then you're in sin and ordered to
You to Christ for God, you come to Daddy for worship
He ain't take cross to fund your vanity purchase
Even though we all agree that death is
It seems we believe there's banks beyond
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
Cause all I do is use her for my Maker
My up in Heaven, Christ is my satisfaction
If I was broke I'd be richer than folks who had Him
God is the Gospel, not a new
Was empty and He me life and that's plenty
Get me, homie I could spend six
Simply saying I'm satisfied in the
And it's that knowin' God ain't good enough
We tell 'em they can get rich quickly
Now this is heresy, false, it's not
2nd Corinthians chapter 8 and 2
Read that and please that
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
still had joy