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' into the
But they got the idea
Nah but f'real, a lot of cats comin' into it like

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

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

So one dedicated to the one that run their rhyme-a
Time after time after time 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 you see me in the street just keep your mouth shut
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new
new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new, what?

Everythin' you doin' kid we did it
you spittin' 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 already shit it
sayin', "Kris you shoulda already quit it"
But I can't stop, stop spittin' crazy 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, cops yellin', "Back up, up"
KRS yellin', "Sound man turn the up"

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

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

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

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

Which one of you punk ass
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, guns go blam
Have you up the wall like Spider-Man
You all in the jungle, with no like Brittney
Like the coke want Whitney, you still get me

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

Y'all talk 'bout platinum, I need all that
I got 26 and platinum plaques
I'll away your rights like the Patriot Act
Have your whole crew thinkin', "Well he is kinda whack"

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