Luyện nghe bài hát You Need Me, I Don't Need You (Live Version)

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Now I'm in town, break it down, of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new
That's you now, ciao, seems that life is now
See me lose focus, as I to you loud
And I can't, no, I hush
I'll say the words that make you
I'm sing this now

See, I'm true, my are where my heart is
I'm like glue, I to other artists
I'm not you, now that be disastrous
Let me and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, I'm real, I do it all, all me
I'm not fake, ever call me lazy
I won't stay put, me the chance to be free
Suffolk sadly seems to of suffocate me

'Cause you me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I need you
You need me, man, I need you at all
You me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I need you
You need me, man, I need you
You need me, man, I don't you at all
You me

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I and write my own tune
And I write my own Hell
need another word-smith to make my tune sell?
Call a singer-writer. You're just bluffing
Your name's on the credits and you write nothing
I fast, I know that all my shit's cool
I will and I didn't go to Brit School
I fast with the way I act, right
I can't if I'm smoking on a crack pipe

And I be a product of my genre
My mind will always be stronger than my are
believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Always the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
And musically I'm
When I perform live, feels like I am
Times at The Enterprise when some filmed me
'A singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi'

And all I want in this world
Is to make music and use it not to abuse it and get infected effected with the who's who of
Who did it, who is it? Who's in it? Who? What the hell does it matter? chatter
Don't matta yidda yidda yadda dont matta to me
All I want is a bit of in me
To this industry freely
To be me in this seedy needy
Can you me?
Hey
So I singin that
When I first started this shit I felt pressure from haters
Became invaded with sadists and just a hater radar
I made for the
my grime in the dark
Then I payed with remedy rhymes with the melody
shots and all these fools on the block who said you got to be a gangsta now to raise the top
Just a normal usual everyday type of guy
My head in the sky Ed Sheeran angel comin ready to die
So see the signs plan to
Open your and take a look and realize a resurrection's arised from and as the mist clears I arise from my tomb in the skies
All alone stars
Urban angel risin the ashes
Surprisin no haters
Now movin'

You can find me in da club bottle full of bub mummy I got da x an they into takin drugs and they having sex and they makin love come me a hug if you're into getting rough
You can find me in the club club bottle full a mummy I got da x and they takin drugs and they havin sex and they makin love come gimme a hug if you're into getting rough

You need me, man, I don't you
You need me, man, I don't you at all
You need me, man, I need you

My are red, I've been burning, I've been burning
My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've burning
My are red I've been burning, I've been burning on a spliff off your high grade
My eyes are red I've been burning I've been burning burning

Now where I come burning weed it is a habit
A big fat bag of high grade weed I got to it
Cos if I don't have it in my pocket I'm panic
Cos I said where I come from yeah smoking it is a habit
Yup to do the bun to blaze the place up in the hood one them things I like a ghetto man should
Whenever I'm weed yes it makes me feel good
Yes high weed yes it makes me feel
Yes it is a drug and if I start to smoke it I'mma turn into a
Where I come from the talking could only get you
Where I from burning weed is a blessing from above
Where I come from yes we burn it we listen rub a dove
Where I from after we burn it we has to make love
Where I from yes we burn it when the sun starts shine
I blaze high weed all the time!

Now my are red
Cause you need me, I need you
You me man, my eyes are red
You need me man, I don't you
You need me man, my are red
And you me, I don't need you
You me man, my eyes are red
You need me man, I don't you
You me man, I don't need you

Yea

Cause with the lyrics be aiming it right
I won't stop my name's in lights
At stadium with Damien Rice
On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian
Because I'm young and all my gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short and I gone hyper
Never be anything but a
Yep The over but now I'm on a new level
Watch how I step on the track a loop pedal
People that I'm bound to blow up
I've done about a thousand shows
But I haven't got a house plus I on the couch
So you can be the when I'm singing them out
(Wow)
From day one, I've been
vo5 wax for my ginger hair
So now I'm back to the sofa, giving a of what the future holds
Cause it's day

Rucksack old clothes
I rap with the cold flows, I'm back with the old
In fact you know
On tracks I blows to make my punchlines relevant
If you can't keep up get none, you're celibate
My flow's developing, skin the melanin
me a shot of adrenaline and I get it in
Do it for the hell of it cause ever I hit the mainstream with the A Team I seem to sell a bit
I took what held me with the women
I packaged the image, put in some content, then sold it back as a gimmick fact is this I'll end up dating actresses up on dirty mattresses, I think i'll need to practice this
But I make shit happen, call me a
World's on my shoulders I don't even what atlas is
Hard bars, sharp a cactus is
I'm to rapping back to backers
I'll be practicing now I'm to singing this

you need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't you
You need me, man, I don't you, at all
You need me, man, I don't you

I'll keep my last name forever the genre pretty basic
be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase it
And replace it the elephant in the room with a facelift
Into rappers shoes using new laces
Selling from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling CD's my rucksack aiming for the majors
Nationwide tour with Jack, soon as I get the bus back
Clean cut kid without a for the mustache
I hit back when the pen me
I'm a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I'm still the as a year ago
But people hear me though
According to the MySpace and YouTube
I'm always doing if I'm not I'm in the studio
broke, never growing up, call me Rufio
Melody maker
all the papers
They say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an

Cause you need me, man, I don't you
You need me, man, I need you
You me, man, I don't need you, at all
You me, man, I don't need you

You me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't you
You need me, man, I need you, at all
You need me, man, I don't you

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