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

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Dont know tomorrow holds (holds)
But I shes holdin on
From point on yeah,
Ever since she onboard,
We goin hard (so hard)
Til like (A.M.)
Now Im at my 9 to 5 (asleep)
But never feelin so alive
I guess you can blame my new friend
(Since she in)
I been holdin her more 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 though I know, its the newness
Its just the newness, Its

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

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

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Do you the first time you heard a hip hop song? (yeah)
Or the time you spent all night talkin on the phone? (yeah)
Remember how that felt, when yall kissed for the first
you wrote 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 tryin to get the
More than likely, shell probably be
If she gotta it & hell, Im Spike Lee
And Im there Im her midnight marauder
Matter of got a text, just said to call her
If I had the man I would just spoil her
So I give her kisses and, treat her like the man
Take her out on the night do the runnin man
Kid n play, do the wop, til all the music
Go off to IHOP, talk in the 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 again
And oh man I was to finish up the story
Chick got me more whipped than Denzel in
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