Luyện nghe bài hát Keep On Praisin'

Keep on praisin', liftin' up name, to live in Christ, to die is gain.

Growin' up in the cold world this cloggin' up my brain, got
memories of gospel rap wasn't about money or the fame. Remember when it
used to be strictly ministry? Now it's all who's at the top of the
industry. is jealous, full of hate, greed, and envy, now-a-days, I
don't even know who my own friends be. Be critized, talked and stabbed
behind my back and haters still tryin' to bag gospel rap. My heart goes
out to the streets, I'm to reach a thugs and that is why you be up the
church seats. But you hear me though, turn and look the other way, but
that's OK, I know God would to what I gotta say. I can't lie though,
at times I feel like givin' up when all hurt n' pain inside me starts
buildin' up. I start cryin', but God shows me love, if I never, ever win
the dove, Im'a on praisin'!

Pick up my cross and Im'a follow you, if my boys stay behind and I'm the
only one in my crew. To be man enough to say, "God I am." But people
always quick to judge, they understand. They talkin' about I ain't
real, but who are you to judge me? God be the only one who just what I
feel. So many rappers now-a-days, caught up in competition, why gospel
rap be of so much division. Believe me when I say, it breaks my heart to
think that we was in unity, but now we're all but torn apart. It's not
how many records we've sold, it's all about how many save souls. Can
you feel me? ran down my eyes yesterday as I heard about 2-Pac's death,
is there anyone left to say, "Lord, Im'a in the gap." My peoples, is
you with me, where you at, Im'a keep on praisin'!

And even though they me, talk behind my back, and tell me hurtful
words. Till the day I'm dead, and in my grave, it's God I'm serve. So
go ahead and about me and spread your lies. You the one accountable for
every tear when I cry. I so many tears for so many years, God can you
help me? I'm tryin' to reach all my and if you don't hear, Im'a try
harder, even if I die from bulletshots like a martyr. world be drivin'
me hysterical, God I need a miracle, devil keep tryin' to hit me I wanna
get 'em spiritual, lyrically, I'm praisin' God every word that I speak.
You heard me, but I gotta the other cheek. 'Cause vengence ain't mine,
vengence belongs to the Lord. We come together, one mind and one
accord. So to those who have ears, let 'em listen to I'm sayin' but even
without you keep on praisin'!

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by Nick Woodrum ([email protected])