Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my right hand to God, shine on these
Stay on my job, grind with my
racks on my car, no license at all
No tint on thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we ball
All these fuck niggas' flawed, and frauds
My circle so small, to my script and just 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' with my plate, garlic and steak
out the valet, with all these tats' on my face
People looking like, "Hey! Black nigga' stay in place"
But it's some they 'gon think, and it's 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 Versace'd my waist, 2Pac in his hey
Williams, how I built this All Money Estate

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

Put my hand to Jesus, fly like a eagle
Fight with these demons, shine light on my
This life is a throw, success is a kilo
My is a C-note, but my mistress is Creole
I sip on that Clicquot, I'm bangin' that Z-Ro
Ghetto nigga' like Cheeto's, that got more famous than
Turn legit illegal, just like Pesci in Casino
Get off a P-ro, watch him blow up like C-4
I rose a Regal, Auroras and Lincoln's
on Alpina's, to German drop top two-seaters
Was young and prestigious, was matchin' my beeper
"How the fuck you 'gon reach him?", he more than his teachers
Movin' with speed, all your morals'll leave
Only is cheese, now the forest 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