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 what need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
I got what need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)

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

Uh, its what been waitin for

I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many years 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 in clubs, go on tours like Im trafficking drugs

(I got what need)

Who want musical narcotics, they all got it, bomb product will sure when yall cop it
Any hood or any city Im pumpin in, any slum Im in, my is come again
Spit flow by the boatload like a Columbian, my shipments go out then the money in
Like supplies the product than do the pra bricks, go out my way, so biters cant dupe what I
Like Freddy told Priest in that superfly flick, playa u 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, it poppin until its clockin in every time zone
Uh, time is money, my grind is hungry, its for my dudes and my honeys

(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 of hash, seen soap with some dust
I got it so good, I got the whole hood smoking it, coke cookers kill for the flow to coke in it
The new form of crack, fans to fanatics hip hop hands 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 em ex thug and Fd up like sex drugs
They never down futuristic high; I leave em, spaced 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 alcoholic to smokers a of chocolate
The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he Moses to drugs, way its a profit
Call me your 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 cops on the beat they call copping the

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(Neyo)