Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my right hand to God, on these broads
Stay on my job, grind my squad
Hundred racks on my car, no at all
No on that thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we ball
All fuck niggas' flawed, suckas and frauds
My circle so small, stick to my and just ball
First, I up my bitch, and we shut down the mall
Had to up the tip, she tried to pay for it all
Bring Yac' with my plate, garlic noodles and steak
Bouncin' out the valet, all these tats' on my face
looking like, "Hey! Black nigga' stay in your place"
But it's some shit they 'gon think, and it's shit they 'gon say
Got to a brick from an eighth, see that music's my
Switched it out out my trunk, went to the top of my state
And I my waist, like 2Pac in his hey
Brian Williams, how I this All Money Estate

I put my right to God
I put my right to God

Put my right to Jesus, fly like a eagle
with these demons, shine light on my people
This life is a throw, success is a kilo
My wife is a C-note, but my is Creole
I sip on that Clicquot, while I'm bangin' Z-Ro
Ghetto nigga' like Cheeto's, that got more famous than
Turn legit from illegal, just Pesci in Casino
Get [J-s?] off a P-ro, watch him up like C-4
I rose a Regal, Auroras and Lincoln's
Low-pros on Alpina's, to German drop top
Was young and prestigious, was matchin' my beeper
"How the fuck you 'gon reach him?", he makin' than his teachers
Movin' forward with speed, all your morals'll
focus is cheese, now the forest is trees
Got infected with greed, what you see
worst nightmare than me, is justifyin' your means
up!

I put my hand to God
I put my right to God