Luyện nghe bài hát Industry

Do you remember the time, when the and the rhyme, was to see the souls affected.
But now its to man, every purpose and every plan, to whom the is directed.
We live out dream, the crowd scream, but turn to yell at the sound man,
Since where and when did we stop checking the and begin to start checking the sound scan.
when shows were for souls and rhymes were for flows.
Now we spend one to pray, if even that for each day, but spend 2 hours checkin our clothes.
what happened to the passion we was having that was in the begining.
but quick to cry, point the speck in your eye, but even quicker to justify our sinning.
we're to diss and raise the fist to justify the things that we do.
but for every finger we point at them, just remember freind there's 4 more back at you.
how and when did it all begin as turned to industry.
cause did jesus a manager, record label, ditributor, or even a boooking agency.
troubles came, did he call upon the name, or turn to a lawyer to handle it.
why do we ask God last, ignore the past, but be the to ask our management.
cause next to him, our glory's dim and pales in comparison.
why does every move we choose seem to revolve
we can get our groove on, but yet about comin on to strong.
yet we water it down so much aint even nothing left to chew on.
become sales, and sales become a salary
give the crowd something to feel, about keepin it real,
but try to keep it to reality.
yet its all over and the mic is hung and its all said and done.
it wont matter how many battles i won, but the souls that i have won.
on the other side, my silly pride cause me to hold my head up proud .
If I wont have beef you then, tell me freind, why should I have a beef wth you now.
At the end of my life when I that mic did I really truelly deserve it.
if i was phat, Forget if i was whack,
I want to well done my good and faithful servant.