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 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 some money please

Hov on the that new shit, niggas how come?
Niggas want my old shit, buy my old
Niggas on stupid, I gotta keep it moving
Niggas make the same shit, me I make the
in the Range, Hopped out the Lexus
Every year since, been on that next shit
Traded in a for the platinum Rolex's
Now a niggas wrist match the status of my
Used to a throwback, balling on the corner
Now I rock a teller suit, 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
Can't be scared to fail, search and
keep it fresh girl even when we sexing
But be mad at him when it's on to the next one

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back money please.

Fuck a throwback jersey, we on to the next one
And fuck that auto-tune, we on
And niggas don't be mad cause it's all progression
should be arrested.
I used to drink them fuckers racist,
So I switched gold bottles that spaceship.
You have another drink or are you just gonna babysit
On to the next one, somebody the waitress
I'm a boss, I don't know what they do
I don't get dropped, I the label
World hold me, too much ambition
Always knew it be like this I was in the kitchen.
Niggas in the spot, me I'm dodging 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, here let me coach you

(yeah)
Somebody me back some money please.

Big Pimping in the now,
Bought the tore the motherfucking house down.
Bought the car, tore the motherfucking off.
Ride clean, I don't even take the 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 even an x pill,
chill but my neck will,
Haters really gon' be mad off my deal,
Uh, I don't know why they really 'bout my pockets,
Meanwhile I had Oprah in the projects,
Had her out in Bed chillin' on the steps,
Drinking quarter waters I 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.