Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my right hand to God, shine on broads
Stay on my job, grind my squad
Hundred on my car, no license at all
No tint on that thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we
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 down the
Had to up the tip, she tried to pay for it all
Bring some Yac' my plate, garlic noodles and steak
out the valet, with all these tats' on my face
People looking like, "Hey! Black nigga' 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 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 Estate

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

Put my right to Jesus, fly like a eagle
Fight these demons, shine light 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 that Z-Ro
Ghetto nigga' like Cheeto's, that got more than Cee-lo
Turn legit from illegal, just Pesci in Casino
Get [J-s?] off a P-ro, watch him up like C-4
I rose from a Regal, and Lincoln's
Low-pros on Alpina's, to German drop top
Was young and prestigious, phone was matchin' my
"How the fuck you 'gon reach him?", he makin' more 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 me, is justifyin' your means
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I put my right to God
I put my hand to God