Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my right hand to God, shine on these
Stay on my job, with my squad
Hundred on my car, no license at all
No tint on that thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we
All these fuck niggas' flawed, suckas and
My so small, stick to my script and just ball
First, I up my bitch, and we shut down the mall
Had to up the tip, she tried to pay for it all
Bring some Yac' my plate, garlic noodles and steak
Bouncin' out the valet, with all these 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 from an eighth, see that my fate
Switched it out from out my trunk, went to the top of my
And I Versace'd my waist, like in his hey
Brian Williams, how I built this All Estate

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

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

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