Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas passin' me and all rollin' fly Coups
They throw some D's on it but they ain't 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 is a race but it ain't a NASCAR
And you and God got cause you keep
Chasin' money like hundreds got feet
wanna be rich but even 50 done said
That he still feel broke though he got bread
Make 'em throw they life, got 'em runnin' from the feds
Love of money's like crack, both of 'em leave you dead
When you die and face God, nothin' left to be
Instead of chasin' the truth, you a lie to the head
Homie all I can do is tell you Jesus said
Repent and from your sin cause the kingdom of God's at hand
real

Got money, got
So who cares?
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 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 prophets chasin' a
Now look at 1 Timothy 6, it's so
You chase the money and wind up in a
Now a vow of poverty, no, it's not
But you pursue God, the rest, He care
You step on His back in order to get rich
If you do then you're in sin and ordered to
You come to Christ for God, you to Daddy for worship
He take that cross to fund your vanity purchase
though we all agree that death is certain
It seems we believe there's beyond earth
crazy

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I promise I used to her
Now we broke up she be callin' ya boy a hater
Cause all I do is use her for glorifyin' my
My treasure's up in Heaven, is my satisfaction
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 and that's plenty
Get me, homie I could spend six
saying 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 chapter 8 and 2
Read that and please that
Forget a c-note, man, pockets was e-flat
still had joy