Luyện nghe bài hát Keep On Praisin'

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

Growin' up in the world this industry's cloggin' up my brain, got
memories of when rap wasn't about money or the fame. Remember when it
used to be strictly Now it's all about who's at the top of the
industry. Everyone is jealous, of hate, greed, and envy, now-a-days, I
don't even know who my own be. Be critized, talked about and stabbed
behind my and playa haters still tryin' to bag gospel rap. My heart goes
out to the streets, I'm to reach a thugs and is why you be warmin' up the
seats. But you don't 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 this hurt n' pain me starts
buildin' up. I cryin', but God shows me love, even if I never, ever win
the dove, Im'a on praisin'!

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

And even though they critizize me, talk behind my back, and tell me
words. Till the day I'm dead, and in my grave, it's God I'm serve. So
go ahead and talk about me and spread your lies. You the one for
every tear when I cry. I shed so many tears for so 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 a martyr. This world be drivin'
me hysterical, God I need a miracle, devil tryin' to hit me when I wanna
get 'em spiritual, lyrically, I'm God with every word that I speak.
You heard me, but I gotta turn the other cheek. 'Cause vengence mine,
vengence belongs to the Lord. We come together, one mind and one
accord. So to who have ears, let 'em listen to what I'm sayin' but even
without you Im'a on praisin'!

by T-Bone
Submitted by Nick ([email protected])