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 y'all and you don't
Yeah yeah in the chair
Cheeba cheeba and you don't stop
Yeah yeah cootie in the check

Chorus: Mary J. [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 die together]
to get by,

Verse

I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better a woman
Queen with a crown be down for whatever
There are few that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make
Back I was nothin
You a brother feel like he was somethin
why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin
Even when the were gray
You rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay"
Now that's 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
life you don't need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me and make sure we
Be livin in the lap of luxury
I'm that you didn't 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: Mary J.

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

Verse

I got a love jonz for your and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm on the bone
Plus I love the you got a mind of your own
No need to shop around you got the good at home
Even if I'm up North you in the world
Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never 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. hugs and kisses
cards and birthday wishes? Please
Be on another level of planning, of
the between man and woman, and child
The highest elevation, we above
All romance crap, just show your love

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

Method Man

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

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

{Anything you need, anything you