Luyện nghe bài hát Right Now & Later On

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

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

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

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

Right now you don't 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 Hefner, that bend dimes, too
The plus one, sittin' on ten times two
when I'm through
I'm a know if you nice on the mic and if 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, mights as well no nephews and nieces
I know you wanna sip
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 womb
And the rocks in glare, somethin' like Times 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 need me, yo

now you don't like me, but
Later on you gonna 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 who name's hard to pronounce
I started out, hard by the ounce
No more in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship amounts
This playa make 'em a scheme
My closest look like I keep gettin' traded from team to

Look sleezy, it's but me
And Tim the only ones that make pimpin' easy
Tell me how I'm gonna my album cleaner
With bitches suckin' me up like cleaners
chickens wanna cluck outside
(Yo' Fab, it must be the outside)
And mami stop eyein'
And when I said my was only nineteens, she said, "Stop lyin'!"

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

Right now you like me, but
on you gonna hate 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 back to her
that, with the two-step
Fabolous, we out