Luyện nghe bài hát Satisfaction Guaranteed

Uh..I got it (Neyo)

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

Uh, its they been waitin for

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

(I got what need)

Who musical narcotics, they all got it, bomb product 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 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 Priest 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 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 what need)

Things run up in it mass where I been, 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 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 step on that, still a hundred percent pure King Herons

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 leave em, spaced out so they can the sky
Its like Budda, say, man is he blessed Pac to push a man in a vest
wont 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 smokers a piff of
The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he to drugs, either way its a profit
Call me your drug lord, commandments you hooked, its the King pin every day I get a book
Playing my surveillance tapes, I'm hot on the streets, cops on the beat they call copping the heat

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(Neyo)