Luyện nghe bài hát On to the Next One

I got a million to get it, choose one (choose one)
Hey, bring it back, now double your money and a stack
I'm on to the one
On to the
I'm on to the one
On to the
I'm on to the one
On to the
I'm on to the one
On to the
up, (freeze, hey)
Somebody me back some money please

Hov on the that new shit, like how come?
Niggas my old shit, buy my old album
Niggas on stupid, I gotta keep it moving
Niggas the same shit, me I make the blueprint
Came in the Range, Hopped out the
Every year since, I've been on that next
in a gold for the platinum Rolex's
Now a niggas wrist the status of my records
Used to rock a throwback, balling on the
Now I rock a suit, looking like a owner
No I'm not a Jonas, I'm a grown up
No I'm not a virgin, I use my
I moved onward, the only
Can't be scared to fail, search and
Gotta keep it girl even when we sexing
But don't be mad at him it's on to the next one

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back some please.

Fuck a throwback jersey, 'cause we on to the one
And that auto-tune, cause we on
And don't be mad cause it's all about progression
should be arrested.
I used to drink them fuckers racist,
So I switched gold bottles that spaceship.
You gon' have another drink or are you just babysit
On to the next one, call the waitress
I'm a boss, I don't know what they do
I don't get dropped, I drop the
World hold me, too much ambition
Always knew it be like when I was in the kitchen.
in the same spot, me I'm dodging rain drops
Meaning I'm on vacay, chilling on big yacht,
Yeah I got on flip flops, white Louie boat
Y'all grow the fuck-up, come here let me coach you

(yeah)
Somebody bring me some money please.

Big Pimping in the now,
Bought the land the motherfucking house down.
Bought the car, tore the roof off.
Ride clean, I even take the shoes off.
Bought the Jeep, the motherfucking doors off.
Foot out that bitch, ride that like a skateboard.
Navigation on to find my next thrill,
Feelin' myself I even need an x pill,
Can't chill but my will,
Haters gon' be mad off my next deal,
Uh, I don't know why they worry 'bout my pockets,
Meanwhile I had chillin' in the projects,
Had her out in Bed Stuy on the steps,
Drinking quarter I gotta be the best,
M-J at Summerjam, on the text,
Y'all should be of what I'm gonna do next.
up

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back money please.