Luyện nghe bài hát Newness

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

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

1
Dont know tomorrow holds (holds)
But I hope shes on
this point on yeah,
Ever since she onboard,
We goin hard (so hard)
Til 8:45 (A.M.)
Now Im at my 9 to 5 (asleep)
But never feelin so alive
I guess you can my brand new friend
(Since she in)
I been holdin her than my pen (and you know thats a lie)
time I ever got writers block
Ok, not cuz when we part the pen just wont stop, Noo

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

2
We act like were nineteen (Ohh)
And every we kiss,
Its like a scene yeah, or from that Love Jones flick,
You Nia Long (thats you)
I Lorenz Tate (thats me)
You come downstairs with them (good Lord)
Im cheese omlets girl
Ok I digress, Im just fun
Serious love is so overdone lets pick it up
If its fresh the lotion that she just rubbed on
I can smell it on my pillow shes gone (yeah)
I be layin like man come on,
you comin back girl?

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

3
Do you remember the first you heard a hip hop song? (yeah)
Or the time you spent all night talkin on the phone? (yeah)
how that felt, when yall kissed for the first time
When you your first rhyme, member how that feels?

Well its the newness, but you already knew this
Dont me rhyme but I just had dilute this
Man its the lovin, she at the oven,
Makin me some waffles, she to get the title
More than likely, shell probably be
If she have it & hell, Im Spike Lee
And Im there nightly Im her marauder
Matter of fact got a text, just said to her
If I had the money man I just spoil her
So I give her kisses and, treat her like the man
her out on the night town do the runnin man
Kid n play, do the wop, til all the stop
Go off to IHOP, talk in the lot
Oh here come the cops 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 again
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 girl is on (huh?)
Guess its poor me, guess its me
Guess its me, til the newness comes