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 wrong
Nah but f'real f'real, a lot of cats into it like

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

Nothing new, nothing new, dem not 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 rhyme-a
Time after time after after time
I know what you will say you jump up on the stage
But sure you don't say, "Di-di-di-dah-di-di-di-day"

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

you doin' kid we already did it
Everythin' you spittin' kid we spit it
my 15th album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics
Everythin' you kid we already did it

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

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

We act up the whole spot a hour
We rock 30 at least 20 breaks
We always in and you must over stand man
We won't be found man on Billboard or

me and you will find
Where I be kickin' or spittin' that ill
then they can't see me 'cause 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, they run their lyric
But when they're rhymin' you have not heard nothing new

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

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

The streets forgive you man, them guns go blam
Have you 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 your chest Agent Smith
I jam them big four-fifths
I go off like a 9, no safety on Kris

Y'all talk 'bout platinum, I need all that
I got 26 and platinum plaques
I'll take away rights like the Patriot Act
Have your crew thinkin', "Well maybe he is kinda whack"

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