Luyện nghe bài hát Newness

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

Well I guess Im caught up in the newness,
Cuz truth be told I 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 hope shes on
From this on yeah,
Ever since she 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 more than my pen (and you know a lie)
First time I got writers block
Ok, maybe not cuz when we part the pen just stop, Noo

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

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We act like were nineteen (Ohh)
And time we kiss,
Its like a movie scene yeah, or 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 havin fun
Serious is so overdone yeah lets pick it up
If its fresh the lotion that she just rubbed on
I can smell it on my when shes gone (yeah)
I be layin there man come on,
you comin back girl?

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 the newness, Its just

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

Well its called the newness, but you already knew
Dont me rhyme but I just had dilute this
Man its the lovin, she at the oven,
me some waffles, she tryin to get the title
More than likely, probably be wifey
If she gotta it & hell, Im Spike Lee
And Im nightly Im her midnight marauder
Matter of fact got a text, just to call her
If I had the money man I would just her
So I give her kisses and, treat her 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, talk in the lot
Oh come the cops tellin us to scram
Damn, I just grab her hand, go
we go, DMC and this litte fan
And the bands in the van, we on the again
And oh man I was bout to finish up the
Chick got me whipped than Denzel in Glory
Brett me up like Yo, yo girl is on Maury (huh?)
its poor me, guess its poor me
Guess its poor me, til the newness