Luyện nghe bài hát Newness

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

Well I guess Im just 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 what tomorrow holds (holds)
But I hope shes on
From this 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 you can blame my brand 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 truth be I think she is the one
Even though I know, its just the
Its just the newness, Its

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

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

Well its called the newness, but you 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 midnight
Matter of fact got a text, just to call her
If I had the man I would just spoil her
So I give her kisses and, treat her the missus man
Take her out on the night town do the man
Kid n play, do the wop, til all the stop
Go off to IHOP, talk in the lot
Oh here the cops tellin us to scram
Damn, I just grab her hand, go
Here we go, DMC and litte fan
And the in the van, we on the road again
And oh man I was to finish up the story
Chick got me more whipped than in Glory
Brett called me up like Yo, yo is on Maury (huh?)
Guess its poor me, guess its me
Guess its poor me, til the newness