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
racks on my car, no license at all
No tint on that thing, nigga, that's how we ball
All these niggas' flawed, suckas and frauds
My so small, stick to my script and just ball
First, I pick up my bitch, and we shut down the
Had to pick up the tip, she to pay for it all
some Yac' with my plate, garlic noodles and steak
Bouncin' out the valet, all these tats' on my face
People looking like, "Hey! Black nigga' stay in place"
But it's some shit 'gon think, and it's some shit they 'gon say
Got to a brick from an eighth, see that 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 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
life is a free throw, success is a kilo
My wife is a C-note, but my mistress is
I sip on that Clicquot, while I'm bangin' Z-Ro
Ghetto like Cheeto's, that got more famous than Cee-lo
Turn from illegal, just like Pesci in Casino
Get off a P-ro, watch him blow up like C-4
I from a Regal, Auroras and Lincoln's
Low-pros on Alpina's, to drop top two-seaters
Was young and prestigious, phone was my beeper
"How the fuck you 'gon reach him?", he makin' than his teachers
Movin' forward speed, all your morals'll leave
Only focus is cheese, now the forest is
Got infected with greed, distort you see
Your worst nightmare than me, is justifyin' your
up!

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