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 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 bring me back some please

Hov on the that new shit, niggas like how
Niggas my old shit, buy my old album
Niggas stuck on stupid, I gotta it moving
Niggas make the same shit, me I make the
Came in the Range, out the Lexus
Every since, I've been on that next shit
Traded in a gold for the platinum
Now a niggas match the status of my records
Used to rock a throwback, on the corner
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 direction
be scared to fail, search and perfection
Gotta keep it fresh girl when we sexing
But don't be mad at him when it's on to the one

(yeah)
Somebody bring me some money please.

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

(yeah)
Somebody me back some money please.

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

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back some please.