Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing New

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

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

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

So this one to the one that run their rhyme-a
Time after time after after time
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 we'll have to for you and chop you all up
So you see me in the street just keep your mouth shut
new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new, what?

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

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

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

We act up the whole a hour straight
We rock 30 classics at least 20
We always in demand and you over stand man
We be found man on Billboard or SoundScan

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

Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' new
They run, run, they run, they 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 rhyme-a
after time after time after time
I know what you will say before you up on the stage
But make sure you don't, yo yo Marley me up a bit

Which one of you punk ass
Wanna get chewed up seafood 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 crawlin' up the wall Spider-Man
You all in the jungle, with no like Brittney
Like the want Whitney, you still wanna get me

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

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

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