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 Kangols and shell-top
Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through
And the won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
But ma' I ain't the to love ya
I'm a triflin', for nothin', type a brother
This cute face'll make your wife
And I check in two and one's just a suitcase full of lifestyles

And we both out playa
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 clean as spring
for freakin', A's alright
(Yeah)
'B's for that pop all night
(Uh huh)
for the ounces that I got
(Say what)
That we blow everday, why, why not nigga?

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

now you don't like me, but
Later on you hate 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 one, sittin' on ten times two
Shorty I'm through
I'm a know if you on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too
so funny how I suit the women
They know I'm still spendin 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 swallowin' my kids, mights as well have no and nieces
I know you wanna sip
And try to me crack a smile
Just so you can see my tooth
I'm tryna' get you, in and out of my
Just to get, in and out of your
And the rocks in mine glare, like Times Square
Excuse me miss, you me to sign where?

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

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

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

Look sleezy, difficult but me
And Tim the ones that make pimpin' look easy
Tell me how I'm make my album cleaner
With suckin' me up like vacuum cleaners
Even chickens cluck outside
(Yo' Fab, it must be the 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 gonna me and
Right now you probably me, but
Later on you gonna need me,

now you don't like me, but
Later on you gonna hate me,
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, the two-step
Fabolous, we out