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, 'cause that's how we
All these niggas' flawed, suckas and frauds
My circle so small, stick to my script and 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 with my plate, garlic noodles and steak
Bouncin' out the valet, with all these on my face
People looking like, "Hey! Black nigga' stay in place"
But some shit they 'gon think, and it's some shit they 'gon say
Got to a brick an eighth, see that music's my fate
it out from out my trunk, went 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 hand to God

Put my right hand to Jesus, fly like a
Fight these demons, shine light on my people
This is a free throw, success is a kilo
My is a C-note, but my mistress is Creole
I sip on Clicquot, while I'm bangin' that Z-Ro
Ghetto nigga' like Cheeto's, that got more famous 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, Auroras and
on Alpina's, to German drop top two-seaters
Was young and prestigious, was matchin' my beeper
"How the you 'gon reach him?", he makin' more than his teachers
Movin' with speed, all your morals'll leave
Only focus is cheese, now the is trees
Got infected with greed, what you see
Your worst nightmare than me, is justifyin' means
up!

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