Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing New

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

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

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

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

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

you doin' kid we already did it
Everythin' you spittin' kid we already it
my 15th 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 quit it"
But I can't stop, stop spittin' crazy lyrics
I, am hip hop, other rappers just try

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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