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 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 money

Hov on the that new shit, niggas how come?
want my old shit, buy my old album
Niggas on stupid, I gotta keep it moving
make the same shit, me I make the blueprint
Came in the Range, Hopped out the
Every year since, been on that next shit
Traded in a gold for the platinum
Now a niggas wrist the status of my records
to rock a throwback, balling on the corner
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 moved onward, the only
Can't be to fail, search and perfection
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 back money please.

Fuck a jersey, 'cause we on to the next one
And fuck auto-tune, cause we on
And niggas don't be mad cause it's all about
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, call the waitress
Baby I'm a boss, I don't know they do
I get dropped, I drop the label
can't hold me, too much 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, Louie boat shoes
Y'all should grow the fuck-up, here let me coach you

(yeah)
Somebody bring me back money please.

Big in the house now,
the land tore the motherfucking house down.
Bought the car, tore the roof off.
Ride clean, I don't take the shoes off.
Bought the Jeep, tore the motherfucking off.
Foot out that bitch, ride shit like a skateboard.
Navigation on tryin' to find my thrill,
Feelin' myself I don't even an x pill,
Can't chill but my will,
Haters really gon' be mad off my deal,
Uh, I don't know why really worry 'bout my pockets,
Meanwhile I had Oprah in the projects,
Had her out in Bed Stuy on the steps,
quarter waters 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 some money please.