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 the praise is directed.
We live out dream, make the crowd scream, but turn to at the sound man,
Since where and when did we stop checking the and begin to start checking the sound scan.
Remember when shows were for and rhymes were for flows.
Now we spend one minute to pray, if that for each day, but spend 2 hours checkin our clothes.
what to the passion we was having that was sparked in the begining.
but we're quick to cry, point the speck in eye, but even quicker to justify our sinning.
we're quick to diss and the fist to justify the things that we do.
but for every finger we at them, just remember freind there's 4 more pointin back at you.
how and when did it all as ministry turned to industry.
cause did jesus need a manager, record label, ditributor, or a boooking agency.
when troubles came, did he call upon the name, or 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 truely in comparison.
why does every move we choose seem to revolve
we can get our groove on, but yet worry comin on to strong.
yet we water it down so much there aint nothing left to chew on.
souls become sales, and sales a salary
give the crowd something to feel, whine about it real,
but try to keep it to reality.
yet when its all over and the mic is hung and its all and done.
it wont how many battles i won, but only 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 with you then, me freind, why should I have a beef wth you now.
At the end of my life when I held that mic did I truelly deserve it.
if i was phat, Forget if i was whack,
I want to hear well done my good and servant.