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 fiends give u more than a breeze, thru ya 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 whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many years away from the they still fiendin
My hustle and flow, sound like C-notes, smoke like a pound hit the town key-notes
I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs, go on tours like Im trafficking

(I got yall need)

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

Uh, It ain't a I aint 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, time is money, my 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 some dust
I got it so good, I got the whole hood smoking it, coke cookers kill for the to cook coke in it
The new form of crack, turn fans to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks 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 love cuz I kept em ex thug and Fd up like sex
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
wont relapse no indeed hes back, my rap flow natural aphrodisiac
Im a key to a user, piano to a dealer, liquor to a 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 commandments you hooked, its the King pin day I get a book
Playing my surveillance tapes, I'm hot on the streets, even cops on the they call copping the heat

2X
(Neyo)