Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my hand to God, shine 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 these fuck niggas' flawed, suckas and
My circle so small, stick to my script and ball
First, I pick up my bitch, and we shut the mall
Had to pick up the tip, she to pay for it all
Bring some Yac' my plate, garlic noodles and steak
Bouncin' out the valet, all these tats' on my face
People looking like, "Hey! Black nigga' stay in 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
Switched it out from out my trunk, to the top of my state
And I Versace'd my waist, like in his hey
Brian Williams, how I built All Money Estate

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

Put my right hand to Jesus, fly like a
Fight these demons, shine light on my people
This life is a free throw, is a kilo
My wife is a C-note, but my mistress is
I sip on that Clicquot, while I'm that Z-Ro
Ghetto nigga' like Cheeto's, got more famous than Cee-lo
Turn legit from illegal, just Pesci in Casino
Get [J-s?] off a P-ro, watch him blow up C-4
I rose from a Regal, 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 makin' than his teachers
Movin' forward with speed, all your leave
Only focus is cheese, now the forest is
Got infected greed, distort what you see
Your worst nightmare than me, is justifyin' your
up!

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