Luyện nghe bài hát Industry

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