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 won't 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 face'll make your wife 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
Y'all seen my borders
It's full of and king's 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 everday, know why, why not nigga?

Right now you probably me, but
Later on you gonna me and
Right now you probably me, but
Later on you gonna 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 Hugh Hefner, that dimes, too
The five 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 still spendin show from "Superwoman"
like, "Where'd he get those twenties?"
And "I didn't know that's a that the coupe could come in
man"

All I say to the is "Jesus"
swallowin' my kids, mights as well have no nephews and nieces
I you wanna sip Proof
And try to make me crack a
Just so you can see my 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' Times Square
Excuse me miss, you want me to sign

Right now you probably me, but
Later on you gonna me and
Right now you 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
Fuck y'all, I'm a doin' my thing

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

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

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

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 doin' my thing

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