Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my right hand to God, on these broads
on my job, grind with my squad
Hundred on my car, no license at all
No on that thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we ball
All these niggas' flawed, suckas and frauds
My circle so small, stick to my script and just
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 with my plate, garlic noodles and steak
Bouncin' out the valet, with all tats' on my face
People looking like, "Hey! Black 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 that 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 right to God
I put my hand to God

Put my right to Jesus, fly like a eagle
Fight with these demons, shine on my people
life 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 than
Turn legit from illegal, just Pesci in Casino
Get [J-s?] off a P-ro, him blow up like C-4
I rose 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 you 'gon reach him?", he makin' more than his teachers
forward 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 me, is justifyin' your means
up!

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