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

Intro: Man

Rugged style enough to make a hardrock 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 cootie in the check Tical

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

all, I need
[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 die together]
to get by,

Verse

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

2X

Interlude: J. Blige

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

Verse

I got a love for your body and your skin tone
minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the you got a mind of your own
No to shop around you got the good stuff at home
if I'm locked up North you in the world
Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth showin your stuff off, boo
It be me for you that's how it is
I be Noah, you be my Wiz
I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and
Valentine cards and wishes? Please
Be on another level of planning, of
the bond man and woman, and child
The highest elevation, 'cause we
All that romance crap, show your love

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

Outro: Man

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

No romance finance for now
Baby, please,
Stallion, ha ha, ha ha
Man woman and child,

{Anything you need, anything you