Luyện nghe bài hát Right Now & Later On

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

The kid been makin' mami's, yell "papacita"
Since Kangols and Adidas
Love when te-ta's look they'll pop through beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop
But ma' I the type to love ya
I'm a triflin', for nothin', type a brother
This cute face'll make your wife
And I in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of lifestyles

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

Right now you like me, but
Later on you gonna me and
now you probably want me, but
Later on you 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 Hefner, that bend dimes, too
The plus 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 how I suit the women
They know I'm still show money from "Superwoman"
like, "Where'd he get those twenties?"
And "I didn't know that's a color that the coupe could in
man"

All I say to the is "Jesus"
Keep swallowin' my kids, mights as well have no and nieces
I know you sip Proof
And try to make me crack a
Just so you can see my chipped
I'm tryna' get you, in and out of my
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?

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

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

hard to be found
But most likely I'm with a foreign who name's hard to pronounce
I started out, gettin' by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in
The way I 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship amounts
This playa make 'em a scheme
My closest look like I keep gettin' traded team to team

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

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

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

Say what, say what, uh huh
You don't need us,
I see you back to her
that, with the two-step
Fabolous, we out