Luyện nghe bài hát Industry

Do you the time, when the purpose and the rhyme, was to see the souls affected.
But now its to man, every purpose and every plan, to the praise 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 word and begin to start the sound scan.
Remember when shows were for souls and were for flows.
Now we spend one minute to pray, if even that for day, but spend 2 hours checkin our clothes.
what happened to the passion we was having was sparked in the begining.
but we're quick to cry, point the speck in your eye, but even 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, remember freind there's 4 more pointin back at you.
how and when did it all begin as turned to industry.
cause did jesus need a manager, record label, ditributor, or even a 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 truely in comparison.
why does move we choose seem to revolve around
we can get our on, but yet worry about comin on to strong.
yet we water it down so much there aint even nothing to chew on.
souls become sales, and sales a salary
give the crowd something to feel, whine 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 only the that i have won.
on the other side, will my silly pride cause me to hold my up proud .
If I wont have beef with you then, me freind, why should I have a beef wth you now.
At the end of my life when I held 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.