Luyện nghe bài hát Right Now & Later On

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

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

And we rent out playa
Difference is you a subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa
Y'all seen my rings
It's full of and king's daughters, as clean as spring water
'F's for freakin', A's
(Yeah)
'B's for bottles that pop all
(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
Right now you want me, but
Later on you gonna need me,

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

It's the Hugh Hefner, that bend dimes, too
The five plus one, sittin' on ten two
Shorty when I'm
I'm a know if you on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too
It's so how I suit the women
They know I'm still spendin show 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 swallowin' my kids, mights as well have no nephews and
I know you wanna sip
And try to make me crack a
so you can see my chipped tooth
I'm tryna' get you, in and out of my
to get, in and out of your womb
And the rocks in mine glare, somethin' like Square
Excuse me miss, you want me to where?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say what, say what, uh huh
You need us, huh?
I see you comin' to her
that, with the two-step
Fabolous, we out