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 world this industry's cloggin' up my brain, got
of when gospel rap wasn't about money or the fame. Remember when it
used to be ministry? 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 friends be. Be critized, about and stabbed
behind my back and haters still tryin' to bag gospel 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 me though, turn and look the other way, but
that's OK, I know God 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
up. I start cryin', but God shows me love, even if I never, ever win
the dove, Im'a on praisin'!

Pick up my and Im'a follow you, even 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 don't understand. They talkin' about I
real, but who are you to me? God be the only one who knows just what I
feel. So many rappers now-a-days, up in competition, that's why gospel
rap be full of so much division. Believe me I say, it breaks my heart to
think we was once 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 me? Tears ran down my eyes yesterday as I heard about 2-Pac's death,
is there anyone to say, "Lord, Im'a stand in the gap." My peoples, is
you with me, where you at, cause Im'a 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 talk about me and your lies. You the one accountable for
every tear when I cry. I shed so many 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. This be drivin'
me hysterical, God I need a miracle, devil keep to hit me when I wanna
get 'em spiritual, lyrically, I'm praisin' God every word that I speak.
You heard me, but I gotta turn the other cheek. 'Cause vengence mine,
belongs to the Lord. We gotta come together, one mind and one
accord. So to who have ears, let 'em listen to what I'm sayin' but even
without you keep on praisin'!

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by Nick Woodrum ([email protected])