Luyện nghe bài hát On to the Next One

I got a million to get it, choose one (choose one)
Hey, it back, now double 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 some money please

Hov on the that new shit, like how come?
Niggas want my old shit, buy my old
stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it moving
Niggas make the shit, me I make the blueprint
Came in the Range, Hopped out the
Every year since, I've been on that shit
Traded in a gold for the platinum
Now a niggas wrist match the of my records
Used to a throwback, balling on the corner
Now I rock a teller suit, like a owner
No I'm not a Jonas, brother I'm a up
No I'm not a virgin, I use my
I onward, the only direction
Can't be scared to fail, and perfection
keep it fresh girl even when we sexing
But don't be mad at him when it's on to the one

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back money please.

Fuck a throwback jersey, we on to the next 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 them fuckers racist,
So I switched gold bottles onto spaceship.
You gon' have another or are you just gonna babysit
On to the next one, somebody call the
Baby I'm a boss, I don't what they do
I don't get dropped, I drop the
World can't hold me, too much
Always knew it be like when I was in the kitchen.
Niggas in the same spot, me I'm dodging rain
I'm on vacay, chilling on this big yacht,
Yeah I got on flip flops, white Louie boat
Y'all should the fuck-up, come here let me coach you

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back 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 even the shoes off.
Bought the Jeep, tore the doors off.
Foot out that bitch, that shit like a skateboard.
Navigation on tryin' to my next thrill,
Feelin' myself I even need an x pill,
chill but my neck will,
Haters really gon' be mad off my deal,
Uh, I don't know why really worry 'bout my pockets,
Meanwhile I had Oprah in the projects,
Had her out in Bed chillin' on the steps,
Drinking quarter I gotta be the best,
M-J at Summerjam, on the text,
should be afraid of what I'm gonna do next.
up

(yeah)
Somebody bring me some money please.