Luyện nghe bài hát Satisfaction Guaranteed

Uh..I got it (Neyo)

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

I got pure for the give u more than a breeze, thru 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 fiend and still leaning, a many 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 tours like Im trafficking

(I got what need)

Who musical narcotics, they all got it, bomb product will sure 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 bring the money in
Like supplies the product than do the pra bricks, go out my way, so biters cant dupe what I
Like Freddy told Priest in that superfly flick, u always got some superfly shhhhhh

Uh, It ain't a city I aint moving weed in, the world wonder my got em hallucinating
Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to 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 dime

(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, soap with some 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, fans to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks fiends hit off that
DJs cut it, let the streets step on that, still a 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 futuristic high; I leave em, spaced out so they can kiss the sky
Its like Budda, Mamis say, man is he blessed Pac to push a man in a
wont 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 Moses to drugs, either way its a
Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, its the King pin day I get a book
Playing my tapes, I'm hot on the streets, even cops on the beat they call copping the heat

2X
(Neyo)