Luyện nghe bài hát Satisfaction Guaranteed

Uh..I got it (Neyo)

I put product in the street that quicker 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 blood stream quicker D,
I got yall need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
I got what need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)

Uh, its what they waitin for

I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many 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 tours like Im trafficking

(I got what need)

Who want musical narcotics, they all got it, bomb product will sure profit when cop it
Any hood or any city Im 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
Like the product than do the pra bricks, go out my way, so biters cant dupe what I spit
Like Freddy told Priest in that superfly flick, playa u got some superfly shhhhhh

Uh, It ain't a city I aint 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, is money, my grind is hungry, its for my dudes and my dime honeys

(I got yall need)

Things run up in it mass where I been, nothing get em high as a bag of
Im red like Canadian, wit a Opium touch a fat piece of hash, seen soap with some dust
I got it so good, I got the whole hood smoking it, coke cookers kill for the flow to 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 sex drugs
They never come down futuristic high; I leave em, spaced out so they can the sky
Its like Budda, Mamis say, man is he blessed Pac to a man in a vest
They wont relapse no indeed hes back, my rap flow natural
Im a key to a user, piano to a dealer, to a alcoholic to smokers a piff of chocolate
The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he Moses to drugs, way its a profit
Call me your drug lord, spit you hooked, its the King pin every day I get a book
Playing my surveillance tapes, I'm hot on the streets, even on the beat they call copping the heat

2X
(Neyo)