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

Intro: Man

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

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

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

One:

Shorty I'm there for you anytime you me
For girl, it's me in your world, believe me
Nuttin a man feel better than a woman
Queen a crown that be down for whatever
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 you to this day boo no frontin
when the skies 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 give my cootie away and keep it tight aight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can
In a fat ass crib with of kids
Word life you don't need a ring to be my
Just be there for me and make sure we
Be livin in the lap of luxury
I'm realizing you didn't 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: J. Blige

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

Verse

I got a love jonz for your body and your tone
Five 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
Even if I'm up North you in the world
Wrapped in of cloth never 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. hugs and kisses
Valentine cards and birthday Please
Be on level of planning, of understanding
the bond between man and woman, and
The elevation, 'cause we above
All romance crap, just show your love

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

Outro: Man

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

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

{Anything you need, you need}