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 Im flippin a key
I got what 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 need (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 and flow, sound 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 yall need)

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

Uh, It ain't a city I aint moving weed in, the world 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 and my dime honeys

(I got what need)

Things run up in it where I been, nothing get em high as a bag of Rakim
Im red like Canadian, cuss wit a Opium a fat piece of hash, seen soap with some dust
I got it so good, I got the whole hood smoking it, 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 streets step on that, 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
never come down futuristic high; I leave em, spaced out so they can kiss the sky
Its like Budda, Mamis say, man is he blessed Pac to a man in a vest
They wont relapse no hes back, my rap flow natural aphrodisiac
Im a key to a user, piano to a dealer, liquor to a alcoholic to smokers a of chocolate
The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he 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

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(Neyo)