Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas passin' me and they all rollin' fly
throw some D's on it but they still ain't got truth
They blow they cheese on it then die and what's the use?
I'm so secure in Jesus all I want in life is
need no fast money, don't need a fast car
Yeah the faith is a race but it ain't a
And you and God got beef you keep
Chasin' like them hundreds got feet
Buddy wanna be rich but even 50 done
That he still feel broke though he got bread
Make 'em throw away they life, got 'em from the feds
Love of money's crack, both of 'em will 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 what said
Repent and turn from sin cause the kingdom of God's at hand
That's

Got money, got
So what who
Got money, got
I got baby!

People want they cheese, mozzerella
The enemy's rat trap snap any second
I'm like that dude in Matthew who finding a treasure
all he had to get it, that's a real go-getta
The 13 letters, the Torah,Gospel and
never see the soul of prophets 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, it's not
But you pursue God, the rest, He care
You don't step on His back in order to get
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 there's banks beyond earth
crazy

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I promise I to date her
Now that we 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 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 six centuries
Simply I'm satisfied in the sensie
And it's sickenin' that knowin' God ain't good
We gotta tell 'em they can get rich
Now is heresy, false, it's not true
2nd chapter 8 and verse 2
Read that and please believe
a c-note, man, they pockets was e-flat
They had joy