Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing New

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

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

Nothing new, new, dem not sayin' 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 rhymin' you have not heard nothing new

So this one dedicated to the one run their rhyme-a
after time after time 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 have to look for you and chop 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?

you doin' kid we already did it
Everythin' you spittin' kid we already it
my 15th album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu 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 stop, won't stop spittin' crazy lyrics
'Cause I, am hip hop, other just try

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

We act up the spot a hour straight
We rock 30 at least 20 breaks
We always in and you must over stand man
We won't be man on Billboard or SoundScan

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

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

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

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

The streets won't 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 coke want Whitney, you wanna get me

But no, you ain't made for
I put my hand through your like Agent Smith
I jam like big four-fifths
I go off like a glock 9, no on Kris

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

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