Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my hand 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 fuck flawed, suckas 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 noodles and
Bouncin' out the valet, with all these on my face
People looking like, "Hey! Black stay in your place"
But it's some shit they think, and it's some shit they 'gon say
Got to a brick an eighth, see that music's my fate
Switched it out from out my trunk, went to the top of my
And I Versace'd my waist, 2Pac in his hey
Brian Williams, how I built All Money Estate

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

Put my right hand to Jesus, fly a eagle
Fight with these demons, light on my people
life is a free throw, success is a kilo
My is a C-note, but my mistress is Creole
I sip on that Clicquot, while I'm that Z-Ro
Ghetto nigga' like Cheeto's, that got more famous than
legit from illegal, just like Pesci in Casino
Get [J-s?] off a P-ro, him blow up like C-4
I rose from a Regal, Auroras and
Low-pros on Alpina's, to German drop top
Was and prestigious, phone 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 focus is cheese, now the is trees
Got infected with greed, distort you see
Your worst nightmare than me, is justifyin' your
up!

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