Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my right to God, shine on these broads
Stay on my job, with my squad
Hundred on my car, no license at all
No tint on that thing, nigga, that's how we ball
All these fuck flawed, suckas and frauds
My circle so small, stick to my script and ball
First, I pick up my bitch, and we shut the mall
Had to up the tip, she tried to pay for it all
Bring some Yac' with my plate, garlic and steak
Bouncin' out the valet, all these tats' on my face
People looking like, "Hey! nigga' stay in your place"
But some shit they 'gon think, and it's some shit they 'gon say
Got to a from an eighth, see that music's my fate
Switched it out out my trunk, went to the top of my state
And I Versace'd my waist, like in his hey
Brian Williams, how I this All Money Estate

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

Put my hand to Jesus, fly like a eagle
Fight with these demons, shine on my people
This life is a free throw, success is a
My wife is a C-note, but my is Creole
I sip on that Clicquot, while I'm bangin' that
Ghetto nigga' Cheeto's, that got more famous than Cee-lo
Turn from illegal, just like Pesci in Casino
Get [J-s?] off a P-ro, watch him blow up C-4
I from a Regal, Auroras and Lincoln's
Low-pros on Alpina's, to German top two-seaters
Was and prestigious, phone 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 with greed, distort what you see
worst nightmare than me, is justifyin' your means
up!

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