Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my right to God, shine on these broads
Stay on my job, grind with my
racks on my car, no license at all
No tint on that thing, nigga, 'cause how we ball
All these niggas' flawed, suckas and frauds
My circle so small, stick to my and just ball
First, I pick up my bitch, and we shut down the
Had to pick up the tip, she to pay for it all
Bring some Yac' with my plate, noodles and steak
Bouncin' out the valet, all these tats' on my face
People looking like, "Hey! nigga' stay in your place"
But it's some shit they 'gon think, and some shit they 'gon say
Got to a brick an eighth, see that music's my fate
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 built this All Estate

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

Put my hand to Jesus, fly like a eagle
with these demons, shine light on my people
This 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' that
Ghetto nigga' like Cheeto's, got more famous than Cee-lo
Turn legit from illegal, just like in Casino
Get [J-s?] off a P-ro, him blow up like C-4
I rose from a Regal, and Lincoln's
on Alpina's, to German drop top two-seaters
Was and prestigious, phone was matchin' my beeper
"How the fuck you 'gon reach him?", he makin' more than his
Movin' with speed, all your morals'll leave
Only focus is cheese, now the is trees
Got with greed, distort what you see
Your worst nightmare than me, is your means
up!

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