Luyện nghe bài hát On to the Next One

I got a million ways to get it, one (choose one)
Hey, bring it back, now your money and make 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, niggas how come?
Niggas want my old shit, buy my old
Niggas stuck on stupid, I keep it moving
Niggas make the same shit, me I the blueprint
Came in the Range, Hopped out the
Every since, I've been on that next shit
in a gold for the platinum Rolex's
Now a niggas wrist match the status of my
to rock a throwback, balling on the corner
Now I rock a teller suit, looking 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 it fresh girl even when we sexing
But be mad at him when it's on to the next one

(yeah)
Somebody me back some money please.

Fuck a throwback jersey, we on to the next 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 Cristal them fuckers racist,
So I gold bottles onto that spaceship.
You gon' have another drink or are you gonna babysit
On to the next one, somebody the waitress
Baby I'm a boss, I know what they do
I get dropped, I drop the label
can't hold me, too much ambition
Always knew it be this when I was in the kitchen.
Niggas in the same spot, me I'm rain drops
Meaning I'm on vacay, on this big yacht,
Yeah I got on flip flops, Louie boat shoes
Y'all should grow the fuck-up, come let me coach you

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back some please.

Big Pimping in the now,
Bought the tore the motherfucking house down.
the car, tore the motherfucking roof off.
Ride clean, I don't even take the off.
Bought the Jeep, tore the motherfucking off.
Foot out that bitch, ride that like a skateboard.
Navigation on tryin' to my next thrill,
myself I don't even need an x pill,
Can't but my neck will,
Haters really be mad off my next deal,
Uh, I don't know why they really worry my pockets,
I had Oprah 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 be afraid of what I'm gonna do next.
up

(yeah)
Somebody bring me some money please.