Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing New

Aiyyo Kris man I'm seein' a lot of in the industry right now
I'm a lot of cats comin' into 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, new, dem not sayin' nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new
They run, they run, they run, they run, they run lyric through
But when you're finished rhymin' you have not nothing new

So this one dedicated to the one that run rhyme-a
Time after time after time time
I what you will say before you jump up on the stage
But make sure you say, "Di-di-di-dah-di-di-di-day"

Then we'll have to look for you and 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 doin' kid we did it
you spittin' kid we already spit it
This my album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics
Everythin' you kid we already did it

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

You critics wanna sit down and debate line
But tryin' to get my concert same time
Spot all up, cops yellin', "Back up, back 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 and you must over stand man
We won't be found man on Billboard or

Seek me and you find
Where I be or spittin' that ill rhyme
then they can't see me 'cause I be
In the heart of every rapper I

new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' new
They run, they run, they run, they run, they run their lyric
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 what you say before you jump up on the stage
But make you don't, yo yo Marley turn me up a bit

one of you punk ass rappers
Wanna get chewed up like platters?
Bring your best rhyme, it matter to me
You gettin' on tonight by battlin' me

The streets won't forgive you man, them guns go
you crawlin' 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 ain't for this
I put my hand through your chest Agent Smith
I jam like big four-fifths
I go off like a glock 9, no safety on

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

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