Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my right to God, shine on these broads
Stay on my job, with my squad
racks on my car, no license at all
No tint on thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we ball
All these fuck niggas' flawed, suckas and
My circle so small, to my script 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
some Yac' with my plate, garlic noodles and steak
Bouncin' out the valet, with all these on my face
People like, "Hey! Black nigga' stay in your place"
But it's some shit 'gon think, and it's some shit they 'gon say
Got to a brick from an eighth, see music's my fate
it out from 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 Money

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

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

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