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 cold 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 ministry? Now it's all about 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 be. Be critized, talked about and stabbed
behind my back and playa haters still tryin' to bag rap. My heart goes
out to the streets, I'm to a thugs and that is why you be warmin' up the
church seats. But you don't hear me though, turn and look the way, but
that's OK, I God would listen to what I gotta say. I can't lie though,
at times I feel givin' up when all this hurt n' pain inside me starts
buildin' up. I cryin', but God shows me love, even if I never, ever win
the dove, keep 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 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 one who knows just what I
feel. So many now-a-days, caught up in competition, that's why gospel
rap be full of so much division. Believe me when I say, it 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 many 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 me, talk behind my back, and tell me hurtful
words. the day I'm dead, and in my grave, it's God I'm gonna' serve. So
go ahead and talk about me and spread lies. You the one accountable 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 peers and if you don't hear, try
harder, if I die from bulletshots like a martyr. This world be drivin'
me hysterical, God I need a miracle, devil keep 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 ain't mine,
belongs to the Lord. We gotta come together, one mind and one
accord. So to those who have ears, let 'em to what I'm sayin' but even
you Im'a keep on praisin'!

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by Nick Woodrum ([email protected])