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 yall 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 than D,
I got what yall (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
I got what need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)

Uh, its they been waitin for

I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a years away from the game they still fiendin
My hustle and flow, sound like C-notes, smoke like a pound hit the 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, bomb product will sure profit yall cop it
Any hood or any city Im in, any slum Im in, my custom is come again
Spit flow by the boatload 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 biters dupe what I spit
Freddy told 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 my product got em hallucinating
Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every minds flown, 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 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 smoking it, coke cookers kill for the flow to cook coke in it
The new form of crack, turn fans to fanatics hip hop 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 sex drugs
They never come down futuristic high; I leave em, spaced out so they can the sky
Its like Budda, Mamis say, man is he Pac to push a man in a vest
They wont relapse no indeed hes back, my rap flow natural
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 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
Playing my surveillance tapes, I'm hot on the streets, even cops on the beat they copping the heat

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(Neyo)