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

1]
Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of a new sound
Playing a different show every in front of a new crowd
you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you
And I can't, no, I hush
I'll say the words make you blush
I'm sing this now

See, I'm true, my songs are my heart is
I'm like glue, I stick to artists
I'm not you, now that would be
Let me sing and do my and move to greener pastures
See, I'm real, I do it all, all me
I'm not fake, don't ever me lazy
I won't stay put, give me the chance to be
Suffolk seems to sort of suffocate me

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

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

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I sing and write my own
And I write my own Hell
Don't another word-smith to make my tune sell?
Call yourself a singer-writer. just bluffing
Your name's on the credits and you didn't write
I sing fast, I know that all my cool
I will blast and I go to Brit School
I came fast with the way I act,
I can't last if I'm smoking on a pipe

And I won't be a product of my
My mind will always be than my songs are
Never believe the bullshit that fake feed to ya
Always read the stories that you hear on
And musically I'm
When I perform live, feels I am meditating
Times at The Enterprise when some filmed me
'A young singer-writer like Cilmi'

And all I want in this world
Is to make music and use it not to it and get infected effected with the who's who of music
Who did it, who is it? Who's in it? What the hell does it matter? Chitter chatter
Don't Whatta yidda yidda yadda dont matta to me
All I want is a bit of in me
To battle industry freely
To be me in seedy needy world
Can you me?
Hey
So I keep that
I first started this rappin shit I felt pressure from haters
Became invaded with sadists and just developed a hater
I for the stars
Kept my grime in the
Then I payed remedy kickin rhymes with the melody
Henesey shots and all these fools on the block who you got to be a gangsta now to raise the top
Just a casual usual everyday type of guy
My head in the sky Ed Sheeran angel comin ready to die
So see the signs to decide
Open your eyes and take a and realize a resurrection's arised from and as the mist clears I arise from my tomb in the skies
All alone stars
angel risin from 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 drugs and they having sex and they makin love come give me a hug if you're into getting rough
You can find me in the club club bottle full a bubbly 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

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

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

Now where I come from burning weed it is a
A big fat bag of high grade I got to have it
Cos if I don't have it in my pocket I'm gonna
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 I inherited like a ghetto man should
Whenever I'm smoking yes it makes me feel good
Yes high grade yes it makes me feel
Yes it is a drug and if I start to smoke it turn into a thug
Where I come from the could only get you mugged
Where I come from burning weed is a from above
Where I come from yes we it when we listen rub a dove
Where I come from after we burn it we has to make
Where I come from yes we burn it the sun starts shine
I blaze grade weed all the time!

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

Yea

Cause the lyrics I'll be aiming it right
I won't till my name's in lights
At stadium heights with Rice
On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian
Because I'm young and all my brothers give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I hyper
be anything but a singer-songwriter
Yep The game's over but now I'm on a new
Watch how I step on the track a loop pedal
People that I'm bound to blow up
I've around about a thousand shows
But I haven't got a house plus I on the couch
So you can be the lyrics I'm singing them out
(Wow)
From day one, I've prepared
With vo5 wax for my ginger
So now I'm to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds
Cause it's day

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

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

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

Cause 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 need me, man, I don't you

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

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