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, thru ya stream quicker than D,
I got what need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
I got what need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)

Uh, its what been waitin for

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

(I got what need)

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

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

(I got yall need)

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

I got a bout a million Mamis that call me they ex love cuz I kept em ex thug and Fd up sex drugs
never come down futuristic high; I leave 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 wont relapse no indeed hes back, my rap flow aphrodisiac
Im a key to a user, piano to a dealer, liquor to a to smokers a piff of chocolate
The gospel, for the so spit the gossip, is he Moses to drugs, either way its a profit
Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, its the pin every 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)