Luyện nghe bài hát Right Now & Later On

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

The kid been makin' mami's, yell "papacita"
Since and shell-top Adidas
Love when look like they'll pop through beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop
But ma' I ain't the to love ya
I'm a triflin', for nothin', type a brother
This cute face'll make wife smile
And I in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of lifestyles

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

now you probably like 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 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 one, sittin' on ten times two
Shorty I'm through
I'm a know if you nice on the mic and if friend rhyme, too
It's so 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 my kids, mights as well have no nephews and nieces
I know you wanna sip
And try to me crack a smile
so you can see my chipped tooth
I'm get you, in and out of my room
to get, in and out of your womb
And the rocks in mine glare, somethin' like Times
Excuse me miss, you want me to sign

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

Right now you don't me, but
on you gonna hate me, what
And I got to do it
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin' my

Fab's 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 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship larger
playa make 'em scream a scheme
My closest look like I keep gettin' traded from to team

Look sleezy, it's but me
And Tim the only ones that make look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna my album cleaner
With bitches suckin' me up like vacuum
Even chickens wanna outside
(Yo' Fab, it must be the 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 me, yeah
And I got to do it
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep 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