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

Method Man

Rugged style it's enough to make a smile
Ha ha ha cheeba y'all
Cheeba y'all and you don't stop
yeah cootie in the chair
Cheeba y'all 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 to God I hope we fuckin die together]
to get by,

One:

Shorty I'm there for you anytime you me
For real girl, it's me in your world, me
make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for
There are few that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make
Back when I was
You made a brother 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 real to a brother like me baby
ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight
And I'ma walk dogs so we can live
In a fat ass crib with of kids
Word life you don't need a 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: J. Blige

Like sweet dew
I took one at you
And it was to see
You were my
With you I'll my time
dedicate my life
I'll for you
my life for you

Verse

I got a love jonz for your body and skin tone
minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the you got a mind of your own
No need to shop you got the good stuff at home
Even if I'm locked up 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 another level of planning, of
the bond between man and woman, and
The highest elevation, we above
All that romance crap, just your love

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

Outro: Man

I'm of police
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 cheeba y'all, and you don't
yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical
Mary J. raw, and
sweet morning dew} Yeah yeah
{I took one 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
What's that shit they be smoking?

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

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