Luyện nghe bài hát On to the Next One

I got a million ways to get it, 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 back some money

Hov on the that new shit, niggas how come?
Niggas want my old shit, buy my old
Niggas stuck on stupid, I gotta 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
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 a teller 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
Can't be to fail, search and perfection
Gotta keep it fresh 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 jersey, 'cause we on to the next one
And fuck that auto-tune, we on
And niggas don't be mad cause all about progression
Loiterers be arrested.
I used to drink Cristal fuckers racist,
So I switched gold onto that spaceship.
You gon' have drink or are you just gonna babysit
On to the next one, call the waitress
I'm a boss, I don't know what they do
I get dropped, I drop the label
World can't hold me, too 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 bring me back some please.

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

(yeah)
Somebody me back some money please.