Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing New

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

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

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

So this one to the one that run their rhyme-a
Time after time after time after
I know what you will say before you jump up on the
But make sure you 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 just keep your mouth shut
new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new
Nothing new, new, dem not sayin' nothing new, what?

Everythin' you kid we already did it
you spittin' kid we already spit it
This my 15th album, I'm havin' fun critics
you doin 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, won't spittin' crazy lyrics
'Cause I, am hip hop, other rappers try

You critics wanna sit down and debate 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 whole spot a straight
We rock 30 at least 20 breaks
We always in demand and you must over man
We won't be found man on or SoundScan

me and you will find
Where I be or spittin' that ill rhyme
Until then can't see me 'cause I be
In the of every rapper I shine

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

So this one to the one that run their rhyme-a
Time after time after time time
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 punk ass
get chewed up like seafood platters?
Bring your best rhyme, it don't to me
You ain't on tonight by battlin' me

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

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

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

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