Luyện nghe bài hát Keep On Praisin'

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

Growin' up in the world this industry's cloggin' up my brain, got
memories of when gospel rap about money or the fame. Remember when it
used to be strictly ministry? Now 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 who my own friends be. Be critized, talked about and stabbed
my back and playa haters still tryin' to bag gospel rap. My heart goes
out to the streets, I'm to reach a 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 would to what I gotta say. I can't lie though,
at times I feel like givin' up when all this hurt n' inside me starts
buildin' up. I start cryin', but God me love, even if I never, ever win
the dove, Im'a on praisin'!

up my cross and Im'a follow you, even 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, don't understand. They talkin' about I ain't
real, but who are you to judge me? God be the only one who knows what I
feel. So many rappers now-a-days, caught up in competition, why gospel
rap be full of so much division. Believe me when I say, it my heart to
think that we was once in unity, but now we're all but apart. It's not
about how many we've sold, it's all about how many save souls. Can
you feel me? Tears ran down my eyes yesterday as I heard 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 and talk about me and spread 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 peers and if you 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 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
you Im'a keep on praisin'!

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by Nick Woodrum ([email protected])