Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These passin' me and they all rollin' fly Coups
They some D's on it but they still ain't got truth
They they cheese on it then they die and what's the use?
I'm so in Jesus all I want in life is fruit
Don't need no money, don't need a fast car
the faith is a race but it ain't a NASCAR
And you and God got cause you keep
Chasin' like them hundreds got feet
Buddy wanna be rich but even 50 said
That he still feel even though he got bread
Make 'em throw away they life, got 'em runnin' the feds
Love of money's crack, both of 'em will leave you dead
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 Jesus
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, American
The enemy's rat trap snap any second
I'm like that dude in Matthew who after finding a
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 chasin' a
Now at 1 Timothy 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 step on His back in order to get rich
If you do you're in sin and ordered to repent
You to Christ for God, you come to Daddy for worship
He ain't take that cross to your vanity purchase
Even we all agree that death is certain
It seems we believe there's banks earth
That's

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
all I do is use her for glorifyin' my Maker
My up in Heaven, Christ is my satisfaction
If I was broke I'd be richer 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 spend six centuries
Simply saying I'm satisfied in the
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 chapter 8 and verse 2
Read and please believe that
Forget a c-note, man, they was e-flat
They had joy