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 racks on my car, no 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 pick up my bitch, and we shut the mall
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! Black nigga' stay in place"
But it's some shit they 'gon think, and some shit they 'gon say
Got to a brick an eighth, see that music's my fate
Switched it out out my trunk, went 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 with these demons, shine on my people
This life is a throw, success is a kilo
My wife is a C-note, but my is Creole
I sip on that Clicquot, while I'm bangin' that
Ghetto nigga' like Cheeto's, that got more than Cee-lo
legit from illegal, just like Pesci in Casino
Get [J-s?] off a P-ro, watch him up like C-4
I from a Regal, Auroras and Lincoln's
Low-pros on Alpina's, to German drop top
Was young and prestigious, phone was my beeper
"How the you 'gon reach him?", he makin' more than his teachers
Movin' forward with speed, all your morals'll
Only focus is cheese, now the is trees
Got with greed, distort what you see
Your worst nightmare than me, is your means
up!

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