Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my right hand to God, shine on broads
Stay on my job, grind with my
Hundred on my car, no license at all
No tint on that thing, nigga, that's how we ball
All these niggas' flawed, suckas and frauds
My circle so small, to my script and just ball
First, I up my bitch, and we shut down the mall
Had to pick up the tip, she to pay for it all
some Yac' with my plate, garlic noodles and steak
Bouncin' out the valet, with all these on my face
People looking like, "Hey! Black nigga' 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 from out my trunk, to the top of my state
And I Versace'd my waist, like in his hey
Williams, how I built this All Money Estate

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

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

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