Luyện nghe bài hát Right Hand 2 God

I put my hand to God, shine on these broads
Stay on my job, with my squad
racks on my car, no license at all
No tint on that thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we
All fuck niggas' flawed, suckas and frauds
My circle so small, stick to my script and ball
First, I up my bitch, and we shut down the mall
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 tats' on my face
People looking like, "Hey! Black stay in your place"
But it's some shit they 'gon think, and it's shit they 'gon say
Got to a from an eighth, see that music's my fate
it out from out my trunk, went to the top of my state
And I Versace'd my waist, 2Pac in his hey
Brian Williams, how I built this All Estate

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

Put my right hand to Jesus, fly like a
Fight these demons, shine light on my people
This life is a free throw, success is a
My is a C-note, but my mistress is Creole
I sip on that Clicquot, I'm bangin' that Z-Ro
nigga' like Cheeto's, that got more famous than Cee-lo
Turn legit from illegal, just like Pesci in
Get [J-s?] off a P-ro, watch him up like C-4
I from a Regal, Auroras and Lincoln's
on Alpina's, to German drop top two-seaters
Was young and prestigious, phone was my beeper
"How the fuck you reach him?", he makin' more than his teachers
Movin' forward with speed, all morals'll leave
focus is cheese, now the forest is trees
Got infected greed, distort what you see
Your worst nightmare me, is justifyin' your means
up!

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