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 idea
Nah but f'real f'real, a lot of cats comin' into it

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

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 you're finished rhymin' you not heard nothing new

So this one to the one that run their rhyme-a
Time time after time 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 we'll to look for you and chop you all up
So when you see me in the street just your mouth shut
Nothing new, new, dem not sayin' nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new, dem not sayin' nothing new,

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

If rap was a toilet, I already shit it
Critics sayin', "Kris you shoulda already 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 line
But tryin' to get into my concert time
Spot all up, cops yellin', "Back up, back up"
KRS yellin', "Sound man the track up"

We act up the whole a hour straight
We 30 classics at least 20 breaks
We always in demand and you must over man
We be found man on Billboard or SoundScan

Seek me and you find
Where I be kickin' or that ill rhyme
Until then they see me 'cause I be
In the heart of every rapper I

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

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

Which one of you ass rappers
Wanna get chewed up like seafood
your best rhyme, it don't matter to me
You ain't on tonight by battlin' me

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

But no, you ain't for this
I put my hand through chest 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 don't need all
I got 26 gold and platinum
take away your rights like the Patriot Act
Have your crew thinkin', "Well maybe he is kinda whack"

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