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

Yo what the industry do for me? No
What could you bring to the
What 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, run, they run their lyric through
But when you're rhymin' you have not heard nothing new

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

Then we'll to look for you and chop you all up
So when you see me in the street just keep your shut
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not nothing new, what?

Everythin' you doin' kid we did it
Everythin' you spittin' kid we spit it
This my 15th album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu
Everythin' you doin kid we did it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But no, you made for this
I put my hand through your chest Agent Smith
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 and platinum plaques
I'll take away your like the Patriot Act
Have your crew thinkin', "Well maybe he is kinda whack"

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