Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my right to God, shine on these broads
Stay on my job, grind my squad
Hundred racks on my car, no at all
No tint on that thing, nigga, 'cause how we ball
All these niggas' flawed, suckas and frauds
My circle so small, stick to my script and just
First, I pick up my bitch, and we down 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, with all these tats' on my
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, went to the top of my
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 these demons, shine light on my people
This is a free throw, success is a kilo
My wife is a C-note, but my mistress is
I sip on that Clicquot, I'm bangin' that Z-Ro
Ghetto nigga' like Cheeto's, got more famous than Cee-lo
Turn legit from illegal, just like Pesci in
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 drop top
Was young and prestigious, was matchin' my beeper
"How the fuck you 'gon him?", he makin' more than his teachers
Movin' forward with speed, all morals'll leave
Only is cheese, now the forest is trees
Got infected with greed, what you see
Your worst nightmare than me, is justifyin' your
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I put my right to God
I put my hand to God