Luyện nghe bài hát Satisfaction Guaranteed

Uh..I got it (Neyo)

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

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

Uh, its they been waitin for

I put the world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many years away from 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 like Im trafficking drugs

(I got what need)

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

Uh, It ain't a city I moving weed in, the world wonder my product got em hallucinating
Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every minds flown, keep it poppin 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, seen soap with dust
I got it so good, I got the whole hood it, coke cookers kill for the flow to cook coke in it
The new form of crack, turn fans to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks fiends hit off
DJs cut it, let the step on that, still a hundred percent pure King Herons back

I got a bout a million Mamis that call me they ex cuz I kept em ex thug and Fd up like sex drugs
They never come down futuristic high; I leave em, out so they can kiss the sky
Its like Budda, Mamis say, man is he 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, piano to a dealer, liquor to a alcoholic to a piff of chocolate
The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he Moses to drugs, either way its a
Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, its the pin every day I get a book
Playing my surveillance tapes, I'm hot on the streets, even cops on the beat they call copping the

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(Neyo)