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 idea
Nah but f'real f'real, a lot of cats comin' into it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

me and you will find
Where I be kickin' or spittin' that ill
Until then they can't see me I be
In the heart of rapper I shine

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

So one dedicated to the one that run their rhyme-a
Time after time after time after
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

one of you punk ass rappers
Wanna get chewed up like platters?
Bring your best rhyme, it don't to me
You ain't gettin' on by battlin' me

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

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

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

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