Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing New

Aiyyo Kris man I'm a lot of movement in the industry 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 could you to the industry?
What could you bring the industry?

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

So this one dedicated to the one that run rhyme-a
Time after time after after time
I know you will say before 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 street just your mouth 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 already it
This my album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics
Everythin' you doin kid we did it

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

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

We act up the whole spot a hour
We rock 30 classics at least 20
We always in demand and you 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 can't see me 'cause I be
In the heart of every rapper I

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

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

Which one of you punk ass
get chewed up like seafood platters?
Bring your best rhyme, it don't to me
You ain't gettin' on tonight by 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 Spears Brittney
Like the coke want Whitney, you wanna get me

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

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

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