Luyện nghe bài hát On to the Next One

I got a million ways to get it, one (choose one)
Hey, bring it back, now double your money and 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 please

Hov on the that new shit, niggas how come?
want my old shit, buy my old album
Niggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it
Niggas the same shit, me I make the blueprint
Came in the Range, out the Lexus
Every year since, I've been on next shit
Traded in a gold for the Rolex's
Now a wrist 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, brother I'm a up
No I'm not a virgin, I use my
I moved onward, the only
Can't be scared to fail, search and
Gotta it fresh girl 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 jersey, 'cause we on to the next 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' another drink or are you just gonna babysit
On to the next one, somebody call the
Baby I'm a boss, I don't know what do
I don't get dropped, I the label
World hold me, too much 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, on this big yacht,
Yeah I got on flip flops, white boat shoes
Y'all grow the fuck-up, come here let me coach you

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back money please.

Big in the house now,
Bought the land the motherfucking house down.
the car, tore the motherfucking roof off.
Ride clean, I don't even take the off.
Bought the Jeep, tore the doors off.
Foot out that bitch, that shit like a skateboard.
on tryin' to find my next thrill,
Feelin' I don't even need an x pill,
Can't but my neck will,
really 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 chillin' on the steps,
Drinking quarter waters I be the best,
M-J at Summerjam, on the text,
Y'all should be afraid of what I'm do next.
up

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back money please.