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 got the wrong idea
Nah but f'real f'real, a lot of comin' into it like

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

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

So this one dedicated to the one run their rhyme-a
after time after time after time
I know what you will say you jump up on the stage
But make sure you 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
new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new, what?

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' new
Nothing new, new, dem not sayin' nothing new
run, they run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through
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 time after time
I what you will say before you jump up on the stage
But sure you don't, yo yo Marley turn me up a bit

one of you punk ass rappers
Wanna get up like seafood platters?
Bring your rhyme, it don't matter to me
You gettin' on tonight by battlin' me

The streets won't you man, them guns go blam
Have you up the wall like Spider-Man
You all in the jungle, with no Spears Brittney
Like the coke want Whitney, you still get me

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

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

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