Luyện nghe bài hát Got Paper

These brothas me and they all rollin' fly Coups
throw some 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 Jesus all I want in is fruit
Don't need no fast money, don't a fast car
Yeah the is a race but it ain't a NASCAR
And you and God got beef cause you
money like them hundreds got feet
Buddy be rich but even 50 done said
he still feel broke even though he got bread
Make 'em throw away they life, got 'em runnin' the feds
of money's like crack, both of 'em will leave you dead
When you die and face God, nothin' left to be
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 of God's at hand
real

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

want they cheese, American mozzerella
The enemy's rat might snap any second
I'm like that dude in Matthew who finding a treasure
Gave all he had to get it, that's a real
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 the money and wind up in a snare
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 to repent
You come to Christ for God, you come to Daddy for
He ain't that cross to fund your vanity purchase
Even though we all agree death is certain
It seems we believe there's banks beyond
crazy

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I promise I to date her
Now that we broke up she be callin' ya boy a
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 than folks who never had Him
God is the Gospel, not a new
Was empty and He gave me life and plenty
Get me, homie I spend six centuries
Simply saying I'm satisfied in the
And it's that knowin' God ain't good enough
We gotta tell 'em they can get 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, pockets was e-flat
still had joy