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"
Since Kangols and shell-top
Love when te-ta's look 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', for nothin', type a brother
This cute make your wife smile
And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase of lifestyles

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

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

Right now you 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 hoodrat Hefner, that bend dimes, too
The plus one, sittin' on ten times two
when I'm through
I'm a if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too
It's so funny how I the women
They know I'm still spendin money from "Superwoman"
like, "Where'd he get those 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 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 Times
Excuse me miss, you want me to where?

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

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 doin' my

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

sleezy, it's difficult 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
Even chickens wanna cluck
(Yo' Fab, it must be the outside)
And mami can't stop
And when I said my was only nineteens, she said, "Stop lyin'!"

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

Right now you don't 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 comin' to her
Like that, the two-step
Fabolous, we out