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

Chorus: Mary J. Blige 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,

One:

Shorty I'm there for you anytime you me
For real girl, it's me in world, believe me
Nuttin a man feel better than a woman
with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things forever, my lady
We can war or make babies
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 skies 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 cootie away and it tight aight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can
In a fat ass crib thousands of kids
Word life you don't need a to be my wife
be there for me and I'ma make sure we
Be livin in the effin lap of
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

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Interlude: J. Blige

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

Verse

I got a love jonz for body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the
Plus I love the you got a mind of your own
No need to around you got the good stuff at home
Even if I'm locked up North you in the
Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin your 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 wishes? Please
Be on another level of planning, of
the bond man and woman, and child
The elevation, 'cause we above
All that crap, just show 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, cootie 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, in the chair, Tical
J. raw, and Meth-Tical
{Like sweet dew} Yeah yeah
{I took one look at you} cootie in the chair,
{And it was plain to see} Cheeba cheeba
{You were my destiny, Cheeba cheeba y'all
Cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah
What's shit that they be smoking?

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

you need, anything you need}