Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing New

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

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

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

So this one dedicated to the one that run their
after time after time after time
I know what you will say before you up on the stage
But make sure you say, "Di-di-di-dah-di-di-di-day"

we'll have to look 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 nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' new, what?

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

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

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

We act up the spot a hour straight
We 30 classics at least 20 breaks
We always in demand and you over stand man
We won't be found man on or SoundScan

me and you will find
Where I be kickin' or spittin' ill rhyme
Until then they can't see me I be
In the heart of every rapper I

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

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

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

The streets won't forgive you man, guns go blam
Have you crawlin' up the wall like
You all in the jungle, with no Spears Brittney
Like the coke Whitney, you still wanna get me

But no, you made for this
I put my hand through your chest Agent Smith
I jam them big four-fifths
I go off a glock 9, no safety on Kris

Y'all talk 'bout platinum, I don't need all
I got 26 gold and platinum
I'll take your rights like the Patriot Act
Have your whole crew thinkin', "Well he is kinda whack"

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