Luyện nghe bài hát Right Now & Later On

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

The kid been makin' these mami's, "papacita"
Since Kangols and Adidas
Love when te-ta's like they'll 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', type a
This cute face'll make wife smile
And I check in two and one's just a suitcase full of lifestyles

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

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

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

It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, that dimes, too
The plus one, sittin' on ten times two
when 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 spendin show money from "Superwoman"
like, "Where'd he get those twenties?"
And "I didn't know that's a color the coupe could come in
man"

All I say to the is "Jesus"
Keep swallowin' my kids, as well have no nephews and nieces
I know you sip Proof
And try to make me a smile
so you can see my chipped 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, somethin' like Square
Excuse me miss, you want me to sign

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

Right now you don't me, but
on you gonna hate me, what
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 name's to pronounce
I started out, gettin' 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 'em scream a scheme
My closest look like I keep gettin' from team to team

Look sleezy, it's but me
And Tim the only ones that make look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album
With bitches me up like vacuum cleaners
Even wanna cluck outside
(Yo' Fab, it must be the 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
now you probably want me, but
Later on you gonna need me,

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 doin' my thing

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