Luyện nghe bài hát You're All I Need (puff Daddy Remix)

Intro: Man

Rugged style it's enough to make a smile
Ha ha ha cheeba y'all
Cheeba cheeba and you don't stop
yeah cootie in the chair
Cheeba y'all and you don't stop
Yeah yeah cootie in the Tical

Chorus: J. Blige [sample: Notorious B.I.G.]

You're all, I
[Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we die together]
to get by,
all, I need
[Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die
to get by,

Verse

I'm there for you anytime you need me
For girl, it's me in your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for
There are few things forever, my lady
We can make war or babies
when I was nothin
You a brother feel like he was somethin
That's why I'm with you to this day boo no
Even the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back and say "Baby be okay"
Now real to a brother like me baby
Never ever give my away and keep it tight aight
And walk these dogs so we can live
In a fat ass crib thousands of kids
Word life you don't need a ring to be my
Just be for me and I'ma make sure we
Be livin in the effin lap of
I'm realizing that you have to funk wit me
But you did, now I'm all out kid
And I got mad to give, you my nigga

2X

Interlude: Mary J.

sweet morning dew
I one look at you
And it was to see
You were my
With you I'll spend my
I'll dedicate my
sacrifice for you
Dedicate my for you

Two:

I got a love for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes I'm already on the bone
I love the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop around you got the stuff at home
if I'm locked up North you in the world
Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin your off, boo
It be true me for you how it is
I be Noah, you be my Wiz
I'm Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses
Valentine cards and birthday wishes?
Be on level of planning, of understanding
the between man and woman, and child
The highest elevation, 'cause we
All romance crap, just show your love

Chorus (starts during the end of verse two, repeats end)

Method Man

I'm sick of
Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba
And you stop
yeah, cootie in the -- Tical!
Cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you stop
yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical
Mary J. raw, and
sweet morning dew} Yeah yeah
{I took one look at you} cootie in the chair,
{And it was plain to Cheeba cheeba y'all
{You were my destiny, baby} cheeba y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, it on, yeah
that shit that they be smoking?

No without finance for now
Baby, please,
Stallion, ha ha, ha ha
Man woman and child,

you need, anything you need}