Luyện nghe bài hát Right Now & Later On

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

The kid makin' these mami's, yell "papacita"
Since Kangols and shell-top
Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through
And the hips won't fit in the 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 of lifestyles

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

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

Right now you don't me, but
Later on you gonna me
(What)
And I got to do it
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep my thing

the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, that bend dimes, too
The five plus one, sittin' on ten two
Shorty when I'm
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 money from "Superwoman"
They like, "Where'd he get twenties?"
And "I didn't know that's a that 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 me crack a smile
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, like Times Square
me miss, you want me to sign where?

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

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

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

sleezy, it's difficult but me
And Tim the only ones that pimpin' look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna my album cleaner
With bitches suckin' me up like vacuum
Even wanna cluck outside
(Yo' Fab, it must be the outside)
And mami stop eyein'
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 probably me, but
Later on you gonna me, yeah

Right now you 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