Luyện nghe bài hát Introducting the Icon

Yo, wanna know something about my arm?
I flex so hard, I set off fire alarms
The fireplace's outta space a lion's belt
Big jewels on with the tiger smell
Straight out the jungle, like kiss
Ice real cool, top lip
'Cause now I write Gable on my cable bill
Bill Cosby on my couch out in
Pam couch met her on the cornfields
High fructose concentrated spill
She was grabbin' on my doing handstands
Hey Julia Stiles, the last dance
Second glass started, birds in my
Only 3 forever, that's 10%
I can do the math but I choose to a nap
Front yard on Versace raft
Dry land, field by palm trees
Bitch, I could sing a hook like Keys
New pants, 40 grands on the land
I'm the white Gucci with a spray tan
Big bottles wait, you shouldn't too

What the fuck a wife do? No wedding shoes, no wedding
What the a wife do? No wedding shoes, no wedding shoes
What the a wife do? No wedding shoes
Who you? Who come doing kung-fu
Jinjitsu, eating kung pow when the storm, tornado, side symbol on my Guess jeans
You on the guest You wanna French kiss? I gotta double check your French tips
Hygiene clean, Eugene, dream, I dream shake Hakeem Olajuwon
trippin' talkin' 'bout
"You gotta focus on the lyrics in your songs, a lot is on this album"
Maaaaan, fuck that, gimme of chain or medallion
Candy-gray Maybach, her ass flat
"You shouldn't say that"
Man, Riff Raff 30k or better when I touch stage
Girl, I crush the stage, rich bum-rush the stage
Broke whores get too, trade-in Isuzus, buy new friends too, remove tattoos
I turtleneck in the see-through
It's a clear turtleneck (cottle-check) Versace Glock in my box
Make sure that I gotta custom-built with the waterslide
From the top floor to the living Jacuzzi
Electric maid cleans the Jetson Judy, big booty
You can be 18 with some soft

Aw shit look who it is, it's the Gucci Man with the tan
Wait, let's go back to the part near the where you was talkin' 'bout the cleanliness underneath the fingernails
Any bad bitches? That's an fail, can't do that, who's that, who's who
I can ball at the mall, shoot too, whole crew rockin' suits made my Bruce Bruce
And my wheel is a Bruce fruce
She had a vibe I could with,
While we was flying had to go sit by the pilot, cause she like Rikers Island
mack, straight stiff arm
Could I get some RiFF Man where the fuck my label at?
It's Riff Raff, hit a couple lines of
'Cause I'm get my six-pack back, you should move packs at your preschool
No common sense, but I don't sit on the bench, rap game Johnny Bench, who my clench?
on my chance to ball, waiting on you to fall off softly
Used to ounces through my counselor's office
8 in my back pocket but I do not play pool
by the pool, 10 10 babe's drool while I lay by the ooh man, just working on my skin tone
The fuck you from the butterscotch boss when I floss,
Rap game Randy Moss in the cotton candy sittin' on Brazilian gloss
Riff, hope you ready for that Icon, it just dropped right now
Came in the Benz bright brown