Luyện nghe bài hát Right Now & Later On

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

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 won't fit in the two-seater
But ma' I ain't the to love ya
I'm a triflin', good for nothin', a brother
This cute make your wife smile
And I check in two bags and one's a suitcase full of lifestyles

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

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

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

It's the hoodrat Hefner, that bend dimes, too
The five plus one, sittin' on ten two
Shorty I'm through
I'm a know if you nice on the mic and if your 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 that's a color that the could come in
man"

All I say to the is "Jesus"
Keep 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 get you, in and out of my room
Just to get, in and out of your
And the rocks in mine glare, like Times Square
Excuse me miss, you want me to sign

Right now you probably me, but
Later on you love me and
Right now you want me, but
Later on you need 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 likely I'm with a foreign dame who name's hard to pronounce
I started out, gettin' by the ounce
No cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship 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 only ones that make pimpin' look
Tell me how I'm gonna my album cleaner
bitches suckin' me up like vacuum cleaners
Even chickens wanna outside
(Yo' Fab, it must be the outside)
And mami stop eyein'
And when I said my rims was nineteens, she said, "Stop lyin'!"

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

Right now you 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 need us,
I see you back to her
Like that, with the
Fabolous, we out