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 your money and make a
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 please

Hov on the that new shit, like how come?
Niggas my old shit, buy my old album
Niggas stuck on stupid, I keep it moving
Niggas the same shit, me I make the blueprint
Came in the Range, out the Lexus
Every year since, I've been on that next
in a gold for the platinum Rolex's
Now a niggas match the status of my records
Used to rock a throwback, balling on the
Now I rock a teller suit, looking 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, and perfection
Gotta keep it girl even when we sexing
But don't be mad at him when on to the next one

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back some 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 about
should be arrested.
I used to drink Cristal them racist,
So I switched gold onto that spaceship.
You gon' have drink or are you just gonna babysit
On to the next one, somebody the waitress
Baby I'm a boss, I don't know what do
I get dropped, I drop the label
World can't hold me, too much
Always knew it be this when I was in the kitchen.
Niggas in the same spot, me I'm rain drops
Meaning I'm on vacay, chilling on big yacht,
Yeah I got on flip flops, white Louie boat
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 land tore the house down.
Bought the car, the motherfucking roof off.
Ride clean, I don't even take the off.
Bought the Jeep, tore the doors off.
out that bitch, ride that shit like a skateboard.
Navigation on tryin' to my next thrill,
Feelin' myself I don't need an x pill,
chill but my neck will,
Haters really gon' be mad off my deal,
Uh, I don't know why they worry 'bout my pockets,
Meanwhile I had chillin' in the projects,
Had her out in Bed Stuy on the steps,
Drinking quarter I gotta be the best,
M-J at Summerjam, on the text,
Y'all should be afraid of I'm gonna do next.
up

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back money please.