Luyện nghe bài hát Satisfaction Guaranteed

Uh..I got it (Neyo)

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

I got pure for the fiends give u more a breeze, thru ya blood stream quicker than D,
I got yall need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
I got yall need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)

Uh, its what been waitin for

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

(I got what need)

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

Uh, It ain't a city I aint weed in, the world wonder my product got em hallucinating
Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every minds flown, keep it poppin until its clockin in every 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 where 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, soap with some dust
I got it so good, I got the whole hood smoking it, coke cookers for the flow to cook coke in it
The new form of crack, turn 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 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
They wont relapse no indeed hes back, my rap flow 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 the gossip, is he Moses 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, even cops on the beat they call the heat

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(Neyo)