Luyện nghe bài hát Newness

On behalf of House Soul, Id like to welcome yall once again.
This ya boy E-Ro, sit and enjoy yourself,

Well I Im just caught up in the newness,
Cuz truth be told I she is the one
Even I know, its just the newness
Its just the newness, Its

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Dont know tomorrow holds (holds)
But I hope shes on
From this on yeah,
since she signed onboard,
We goin hard (so hard)
Til like (A.M.)
Now Im at my 9 to 5 (asleep)
But never so alive yeah
I guess you can blame my brand new
(Since she in)
I been holdin her more than my pen (and you know a lie)
First time I ever got block
Ok, maybe not cuz we part the pen just wont stop, Noo

Well I Im just caught up in the newness,
Cuz truth be I think she is the one
Even though I know, its the newness
Its just the newness, Its

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We act were still nineteen (Ohh)
And time we kiss,
Its like a scene yeah, or from that Love Jones flick,
You Nia Long (thats you)
I play Lorenz (thats me)
You come with them legs (good Lord)
Im making cheese omlets
Ok I digress, Im havin fun
Serious is so overdone yeah lets pick it up
If its fresh the lotion that she just rubbed on
I can it on my pillow when shes gone (yeah)
I be layin there man come on,
When you back girl?

Well I guess Im caught up in the newness,
Cuz be told I think she is the one
Even I know, its just the newness
Its the newness, Its just

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Do you remember the time you heard a hip hop song? (yeah)
Or the first time you spent all night on the phone? (yeah)
Remember how that felt, when yall for the first time
When you wrote your rhyme, member how that feels?

Well its the newness, but you already knew this
Dont hear me rhyme but I just had dilute
Man its the lovin, she at the oven,
Makin me waffles, she tryin to get the title
More likely, shell probably be wifey
If she gotta have it & hell, Im Lee
And Im there nightly Im her marauder
Matter of got a text, just said to call her
If I had the money man I would just her
So I give her kisses and, her like the missus man
Take her out on the night town do the man
Kid n play, do the wop, til all the music
Go off to IHOP, in the parking lot
Oh come the cops tellin us to scram
Damn, I just her hand, lets go
Here we go, DMC and litte fan
And the bands in the van, we on the road
And oh man I was bout to up the story
Chick got me more whipped Denzel in Glory
Brett called me up like Yo, yo is on Maury (huh?)
Guess its poor me, guess its me
Guess its me, til the newness comes