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

Intro: Man

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

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

You're all, I
[Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I we fuckin die together]
to get by,
all, I need
[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 real girl, it's me in world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better than a
Queen with a that be down for whatever
There are few things forever, my lady
We can war or make babies
Back I was nothin
You made a brother feel like he was
why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin
Even when the were gray
You would rub me on my back and say "Baby be okay"
Now that's real to a like me baby
ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight
And I'ma walk these so we can live
In a fat ass crib with of kids
Word life you don't a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me and I'ma make we
Be in the effin 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 to give, you my nigga

2X

Interlude: Mary J.

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

Verse

I got a love for your body and your skin tone
minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of own
No to shop around you got the good stuff 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. with and kisses
cards and birthday wishes? Please
Be on another level of planning, of
the between man and woman, and child
The highest elevation, 'cause we
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 cheeba
And you don't
Yeah yeah, in the -- Tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you stop
yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair,
J. raw, and Meth-Tical
{Like sweet morning dew} yeah
{I took one look at cootie in the chair, Tical
{And it was plain to Cheeba cheeba y'all
{You my destiny, baby} Cheeba cheeba y'all
cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah
What's that shit they be smoking?

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

{Anything you need, you need}