Luyện nghe bài hát Next Check

[Chorus: Rob
Next check gonna be for a
I know how I know, I just feel it
Palms itching,
Multiple this money we understand division
Fuck it up, get it back and it up
it up, get it back, fuck it up
Next check gonna be for a
I know how I know, I just feel it

[Verse 1: Rob
I got I ain't pay for yet
Copped the Jesus just to cover the debt
I must last summer was lit
Now I walk up in bitch like it's money to get
Toast to the that we choses
Took losses, came up roses
Tryna paint a only got two poses
The Pablo cut, with a part like
Walk with my in a sea full of posers
Offset the flow, my for the culture
Dropped Write To Dream now the getting closer
of devils drinkin' lean with the vutures
Awakened by sweats
Dan Gucci paid in full with no debt
Got mine rap, facts, no flex
Tryna cop the crib I cop the Rolex

[Chorus: Rob
Next check gonna be for a
I don't how I know, I just feel it
itching, intuition
Multiple this money we don't division
Fuck it up, get it and fuck it up
Fuck it up, get it back, it up
Next gonna be for a million
I don't know how I know, I just it

2: Styles P]
We could talk the next check
My signature's on it, I accept
And it
It nice, but I still keep it moderate
Need a to follow it
Next I'ma fuck it up
Get it back, it up again
Got work, cut it up
No dairy, but I'm up
Gotta leather that Mayweather would rock just to on us
Next is to the rap niggas
If I'm in the back, you ain't got to worry I lap niggas
Or I'm standin' there to whack
Make 'em turn around, 'fore I burn 'em down wit the strap
check is to myself
Gotta up on ya health
Gotta up on ya wealth
Got up on ya feet
check up in the belt
I'm a real player, make the checkerboard melt
Ghost,

Rob Markman]
Next check gonna be for a
I don't know how I know, I feel it
Palms itching,
Multiple this money we don't division
Fuck it up, get it and fuck it up
it up, get it back, fuck it up
Next check gonna be for a
I know how I know, I just feel it

[Verse 3: Cris
I just feel that paper comin', that's my
Need them Steph numbers, leave them in their feelings
Bars golden, mouth on diamonds when I smile they
mentality, we kill all opposition
They lookin' while we padding the stats
The Bronx boy they said that couldn't got 'em their backs
I'm in these meetings, feet up, like add more to that
These boys thirsty for a deal they signed for less a pack
These Don C's on my feet ain't cheap, matter of
Check the team, Noc ain't cheap
be the Bow Wow Challenge, what trap y'all seen
Everybody talk G but seen men bleed
It's all
Fuck Trump, only rockin' with dead
up some paper, cop some more the only medicine
Simple math, more you cop, lower the numbers get
for that million dollar check so I could blow the shit

[Chorus: Rob
check gonna be for a million
I know how I know, I just feel it
itching, intuition
Multiple this we don't understand division
Fuck it up, get it and fuck it up
Fuck it up, get it back, it up
check gonna be for a million
I don't know how I know, I just it