Luyện nghe bài hát Newness

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

Well I guess Im just up in the newness,
Cuz be told I think she is the one
though 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
this point on yeah,
Ever since she onboard,
We been hard (so hard)
Til like (A.M.)
Now Im at my 9 to 5 (asleep)
But never feelin so alive
I you can blame my brand new friend
(Since she in)
I holdin her more than my pen (and you know thats a lie)
time I ever got writers block
Ok, maybe not cuz when we the pen just wont stop, Noo

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

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

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Do you remember the 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 time
When you your first 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 some waffles, she to get the title
More than likely, shell be wifey
If she gotta it & hell, Im Spike Lee
And Im there nightly Im her marauder
Matter of fact got a text, said to call her
If I had the money man I would spoil her
So I give her and, treat her like the missus man
Take her out on the night do the runnin man
Kid n play, do the wop, til all the stop
Go off to IHOP, in the parking lot
Oh here come the cops us to scram
Damn, I just grab her hand, 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 finish up the
got me more whipped than Denzel in Glory
Brett called me up Yo, yo girl is on Maury (huh?)
Guess its me, guess its poor me
Guess its poor me, til the comes