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 me back some money please

Hov on the new shit, niggas like how come?
want my old shit, buy my old album
Niggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it
Niggas make the same shit, me I make the
Came in the Range, out the Lexus
Every year since, I've on that next shit
Traded in a for the platinum Rolex's
Now a niggas wrist the status 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, I'm a grown up
No I'm not a virgin, I use my
I onward, the only direction
Can't be scared to fail, search and
Gotta keep it fresh even when we sexing
But don't be mad at him when on to the next one

(yeah)
Somebody bring me some money please.

Fuck a throwback jersey, 'cause we on to the one
And fuck that auto-tune, we on
And niggas be mad cause it's all about progression
Loiterers be arrested.
I used to drink Cristal fuckers racist,
So I switched gold bottles onto spaceship.
You gon' have another drink or are you just babysit
On to the next one, somebody call the
I'm a boss, I don't know what they do
I don't get dropped, I the label
World can't hold me, too ambition
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 shoes
Y'all grow the fuck-up, come here let me coach you

(yeah)
Somebody bring me some money please.

Big Pimping in the now,
Bought the tore the motherfucking house down.
Bought the car, tore the roof off.
Ride clean, I don't even take the off.
Bought the Jeep, tore the doors off.
Foot out bitch, ride that shit like a skateboard.
Navigation on tryin' to my next thrill,
Feelin' I don't even need 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 Stuy on the steps,
Drinking quarter waters I be the best,
M-J at Summerjam, on the text,
should be afraid of what I'm gonna do next.
up

(yeah)
Somebody me back some money please.