Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing New

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

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

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 you're finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new

So one dedicated to the one that run their rhyme-a
Time after time time after time
I know what you say before you jump up on the stage
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 street just your mouth shut
new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new,

you doin' kid we already did it
Everythin' you spittin' kid we spit it
This my album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics
Everythin' you doin kid we 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
'Cause I, am hip hop, other rappers try

You critics wanna sit and debate every line
But tryin' to get into my concert same
Spot all packed up, cops yellin', "Back up, up"
KRS yellin', "Sound man turn the 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 be found man on Billboard or SoundScan

Seek me and you find
Where I be kickin' or spittin' ill rhyme
Until then they see me 'cause I be
In the heart of rapper I shine

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

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

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

But no, you ain't for this
I put my hand through your like Agent Smith
I jam them 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 away your rights like the Patriot Act
your whole crew thinkin', "Well maybe he is kinda whack"

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