Luyện nghe bài hát Satisfaction Guaranteed

Uh..I got it (Neyo)

I put product in the street that sell than weed, I spit it raw like Im flippin a key
I got what need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
I got yall need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)

I got pure for the fiends give u more than a breeze, ya blood stream quicker than D,
I got what yall (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
I got what yall (Satisfaction Guaranteed)

Uh, its what they waitin for

I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many years away the game they still fiendin
My hustle and flow, like C-notes, smoke like a pound hit the town like key-notes
I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs, go on tours like Im drugs

(I got what need)

Who want musical narcotics, they all got it, bomb product will sure profit yall cop it
Any hood or any Im pumpin in, any slum Im in, my custom is come again
Spit flow by the boatload a Columbian, my shipments go out then bring the money in
supplies the product than do the pra bricks, go out my way, so biters cant dupe what I spit
Like Freddy told in that superfly flick, playa u always got some superfly shhhhhh

Uh, It ain't a city I aint moving weed in, the world wonder my product got em
Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every minds flown, it poppin until its clockin in every time zone
Uh, is money, my grind is hungry, its for my dudes and my dime honeys

(I got yall need)

Things run up in it mass I been, nothing get em high as a bag of Rakim
Im red like Canadian, cuss wit a Opium touch a fat piece of hash, soap with some dust
I got it so good, I got the whole hood smoking it, coke kill for the flow to cook coke in it
The new of crack, turn fans to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks fiends hit off that
DJs cut it, let the streets on that, still a hundred percent pure King Herons back

I got a bout a million Mamis that call me they ex love cuz I kept em ex thug and Fd up like sex
They never come down futuristic high; I em, spaced out so they can kiss the sky
Its like Budda, say, man is he blessed Pac to push a man in a vest
They relapse no indeed hes back, my rap flow natural aphrodisiac
Im a key to a user, to a dealer, liquor to a alcoholic to smokers a piff of chocolate
The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he to drugs, either way its a profit
Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, its the King pin day I get a book
my surveillance tapes, I'm hot on the streets, even cops on the beat they call copping the heat

2X
(Neyo)