Luyện nghe bài hát Newness

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

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

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Dont know what tomorrow (holds)
But I shes holdin on
From point on yeah,
Ever she signed onboard,
We been goin (so hard)
Til 8:45 (A.M.)
Now Im at my 9 to 5 (asleep)
But feelin so alive yeah
I guess you can blame my new friend
(Since she in)
I been holdin her than my pen (and you know thats a lie)
First time I ever got writers
Ok, not cuz when we part the pen just wont stop, Noo

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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We act were still nineteen (Ohh)
And time we kiss,
Its a movie scene yeah, or from that Love Jones flick,
You play Nia (thats you)
I Lorenz Tate (thats me)
You come downstairs them legs (good Lord)
Im making cheese omlets
Ok I digress, Im just fun
Serious love is so yeah lets pick it up
If its like the lotion that she just rubbed on
I can smell it on my pillow when shes (yeah)
I be there 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 though I know, its just the
Its the newness, Its just

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

Well its called the newness, but you already this
Dont hear me but I just had dilute this
Man its the lovin, she at the oven,
Makin me some waffles, she to get the title
than likely, shell probably be wifey
If she gotta it & hell, Im Spike 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 spoil 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, talk in the lot
Oh here the cops tellin us to scram
Damn, I just her hand, lets go
Here we go, DMC and this fan
And the bands in the van, we on the again
And oh man I was bout to finish up the
got me more whipped than Denzel in Glory
Brett called me up like Yo, yo is on Maury (huh?)
Guess its poor me, its poor me
Guess its poor me, til the newness