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 the praise is directed.
We live out dream, the crowd scream, but turn to yell at the sound man,
Since where and did we stop checking the word and begin to start checking the sound scan.
Remember when 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.
happened 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 raise the fist to the things that we do.
but for every finger we point at them, just remember freind there's 4 more pointin at you.
how and when did it all as ministry turned to industry.
did jesus need a manager, record label, ditributor, or even a boooking agency.
when troubles came, did he call upon the name, or turn to a to handle it.
why do we ask God last, ignore the past, but be the to ask our management.
next to him, our glory's dim and truely pales in comparison.
why does every move we seem to revolve around
we can get our groove on, but yet worry about on to strong.
yet we water it so much there 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 dont try to 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, will my silly cause me to hold my head up proud .
If I wont have beef with you then, tell me freind, why I have a beef wth you now.
At the end of my life when I held that mic did I really truelly it.
Forget if i was phat, if i was whack,
I want to hear well my good and faithful servant.