Luyện nghe bài hát Satisfaction Guaranteed

Uh..I got it (Neyo)

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

I got pure for the fiends give u more than a breeze, thru ya blood stream than D,
I got what yall (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
I got what yall (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 game 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 tours Im trafficking drugs

(I got what need)

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

Uh, It ain't a city I aint moving weed in, the world wonder my product got em
heaviest rhymes 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 dudes and my dime

(I got yall need)

run up in it mass where I been, nothing get em high as a bag of Rakim
Im red like Canadian, cuss wit a touch a fat piece of hash, seen soap with some dust
I got it so good, I got the hood smoking it, coke cookers kill for the flow 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 hundred percent 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 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
They 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 the gossip, is he Moses to drugs, either way its a profit
me your drug lord, spit commandments 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

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(Neyo)