Luyện nghe bài hát Right Now & Later On

Uh, c'mon, uh,
Uh, William H. Bonnie, ma' I make you

The kid been these mami's, yell "papacita"
Since and shell-top Adidas
Love when look like they'll pop through beaters
And the hips fit in the L-drop two-seater
But ma' I the type to love ya
I'm a triflin', for nothin', type a brother
This face'll make your wife smile
And I check in two bags and one's just a full of lifestyles

And we both rent out
is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa
Y'all seen my borders
It's full of queen and king's daughters, as as spring water
for freakin', A's alright
(Yeah)
'B's for bottles pop all night
(Uh huh)
'O's for the ounces I got
(Say what)
we blow everday, know why, why not nigga?

Right now you probably me, but
on you gonna love me and
Right now you probably me, but
on you gonna need me, yeah

Right now you don't me, but
Later on you hate me
(What)
And I got to do it
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep my thing

It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, bend dimes, too
The five one, sittin' on ten times two
Shorty I'm through
I'm a if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too
It's so funny how I the women
They know I'm spendin show money from "Superwoman"
They like, "Where'd he get twenties?"
And "I didn't know a color that the coupe could come in
man"

All I say to the is "Jesus"
Keep my kids, mights as well have no nephews and nieces
I know you wanna sip
And try to me crack a smile
so you can see my chipped tooth
I'm get you, in and out of my room
Just to get, in and out of womb
And the rocks in mine glare, somethin' like Square
Excuse me miss, you me to sign where?

now you probably like me, but
Later on you love me and
Right now you want me, but
Later on you need me, yo

Right now you like me, but
on you gonna hate me, what
And I got to do it
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin' my

Fab's to be found
But most likely I'm with a foreign dame who name's hard to
I out, gettin' hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the
Somebody call Silvia and her ship larger amounts
This make 'em scream a scheme
My look like I keep gettin' traded from team to team

Look sleezy, it's but me
And Tim the only ones that make pimpin' look
Tell me how I'm make my album cleaner
With bitches suckin' me up vacuum cleaners
Even chickens cluck outside
(Yo' Fab, it must be the outside)
And mami can't eyein'
And when I my rims was only nineteens, she said, "Stop lyin'!"

Right now you like me, but
Later on you gonna me and
now you probably want me, but
Later on you need me, yeah

now you don't like me, but
Later on you gonna me, yeah
And I got to do it
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin' my

Say what, say what, uh huh
You don't us, huh?
I see you comin' to her
Like that, with the
Fabolous, we out