Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my right to God, shine on these broads
Stay on my job, grind with my
Hundred on my car, no license at all
No on that thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we ball
All these fuck niggas' flawed, and frauds
My circle so small, stick to my 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
Bring some Yac' with my plate, 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 it's some shit they 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 my waist, like 2Pac in his hey
Brian Williams, how I built this All Money

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

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

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