Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These passin' me and they all rollin' fly Coups
They throw D's on it but they still ain't got truth
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 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 them hundreds got feet
Buddy be rich but even 50 done said
That he still feel broke though he got bread
Make 'em throw away life, got 'em runnin' from the feds
Love of money's crack, both 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
all I can do is tell you what Jesus said
Repent and turn your sin cause 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, American
The enemy's rat trap snap any second
I'm like that in Matthew who after finding 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 Timothy 6, 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 care
You don't step on His in order to get rich
If you do then in sin and ordered to repent
You to Christ for God, you come to Daddy for worship
He take that cross to fund your vanity purchase
Even 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 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 broke I'd be richer than folks who 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 saying I'm in the sensie
And it's sickenin' knowin' God ain't good enough
We gotta tell 'em they can get rich
Now is heresy, false, it's not true
2nd Corinthians chapter 8 and 2
Read that and believe that
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
They had joy