Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing New

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

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

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

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

Everythin' you kid we already did it
Everythin' you 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 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 just try

You critics wanna sit down and every line
But tryin' to get into my concert time
Spot all packed up, cops yellin', "Back up, 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 won't be man on Billboard or SoundScan

Seek me and you will
Where I be or spittin' that ill rhyme
Until then they can't see me 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 nothing new

So this one dedicated to the one that run their
Time after time after time after
I what you will say before you jump up on the stage
But make you don't, yo yo Marley turn me up a bit

Which one of you ass rappers
Wanna get up like seafood 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, them guns go
Have you crawlin' up the like Spider-Man
You all in the jungle, with no like Brittney
the coke want Whitney, you still wanna get me

But no, you made for this
I put my hand through your chest like Agent
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 away your rights like the Act
Have your whole crew thinkin', "Well maybe he is whack"

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