Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing New

Aiyyo man I'm seein' a lot of movement in the industry right now
I'm seein' a lot of cats comin' into the
But they got the idea
Nah but f'real f'real, a lot of cats comin' into it

Yo what could the do for me? No
What could you bring to the
What could you bring into the

Nothing new, new, dem not sayin' nothing new
new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new
They run, run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through
But you're finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new

So this one dedicated to the one run their rhyme-a
Time time after time after time
I know you will say before you jump up on the stage
But sure you don't say, "Di-di-di-dah-di-di-di-day"

Then we'll have to for you and chop you all up
So when you see me in the just keep your mouth shut
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' new
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' new, what?

Everythin' you doin' kid we did it
Everythin' you spittin' kid we spit it
This my album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics
Everythin' you doin kid we did it

If rap was a toilet, I woulda shit it
Critics sayin', "Kris you shoulda quit it"
But I can't stop, won't spittin' crazy lyrics
'Cause I, am hip hop, other rappers try

You critics wanna sit and debate every line
But tryin' to get into my concert same
Spot all packed up, yellin', "Back up, back up"
KRS yellin', "Sound man the track up"

We act up the whole a hour straight
We 30 classics at least 20 breaks
We always in demand and you must stand man
We be found man on Billboard or SoundScan

Seek me and you find
Where I be kickin' or spittin' that ill
then they can't see me 'cause I be
In the of every rapper I shine

Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' new
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new
They run, they run, run, they run, they run their lyric through
But when they're finished you have not heard nothing new

So this one to the one that run their rhyme-a
Time time after time after time
I know what you will say before you up on the stage
But make you don't, yo yo Marley turn me up a bit

Which one of you ass rappers
Wanna get chewed up seafood platters?
Bring best rhyme, it don't matter to me
You ain't gettin' on by battlin' me

The streets forgive you man, them guns go blam
you crawlin' up the wall like Spider-Man
You all in the jungle, with no Spears like
Like the want Whitney, you still wanna get me

But no, you ain't made for
I put my hand through chest like Agent Smith
I jam them big four-fifths
I go off a glock 9, no safety on Kris

Y'all talk platinum, I don't need all that
I got 26 and platinum plaques
I'll take away your rights like the Act
Have your whole crew thinkin', "Well maybe he is whack"

Oh you know what after this
Win or lose, you what happens after Kris
They call me 'cause I be blastin'
Have yo' ass lookin' Jesus in 'The Passion'