Luyện nghe bài hát On to the Next One

I got a ways 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 back money please

Hov on the that new shit, niggas like how
want my old shit, buy my old album
Niggas stuck on stupid, I keep it moving
make the same shit, me I make the blueprint
Came in the Range, Hopped out the
Every since, I've been on that next shit
Traded in a gold for the Rolex's
Now a wrist match the status of my records
Used to a throwback, balling 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 onward, the only direction
Can't be scared to fail, search and
Gotta keep it fresh girl even we sexing
But be mad at him when it's on to the next one

(yeah)
Somebody bring me some money please.

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

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back money please.

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

(yeah)
Somebody me back some money please.