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

Intro: Man

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

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

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

Verse

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

2X

Interlude: J. Blige

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

Verse

I got a love jonz for your and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the
Plus I the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop around you got the good stuff at
Even if I'm up North you in the world
Wrapped in of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
It be true me for you how it is
I be Noah, you be my Wiz
I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and
Valentine cards and birthday Please
Be on another of planning, of understanding
the between man and woman, and child
The elevation, 'cause we above
All that crap, just show your love

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

Outro: Man

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

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

you need, anything you need}