Luyện nghe bài hát Introducting the Icon

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

What the a wife do? No wedding shoes, no wedding shoes
What the fuck a wife do? No shoes, no wedding shoes
What the a wife do? No wedding shoes
Who you? Who through doing kung-fu
Jinjitsu, eating kung pow the thunder storm, tornado, side symbol on my Guess jeans
You on the guest list? You wanna French kiss? I gotta check your French tips
Hygiene clean, Eugene, dream, I dream shake like Hakeem
Diplo trippin' 'bout
"You focus on the lyrics in your songs, a lot is riding on this album"
Maaaaan, fuck that, gimme piece of chain or
Maybach, her ass stay flat
"You really say that"
Man, it's Riff Raff 30k or better when I touch
Girl, I crush the stage, rich kids bum-rush the
Broke whores get rich too, trade-in Isuzus, buy new friends too, tattoos
I rock in the see-through
a clear turtleneck (cottle-check) Versace Glock in my glove box
Make sure that I gotta custom-built house the waterslide
From the top to the living room Jacuzzi
Electric maid cleans the Jetson Judy, big booty
You can be 18 some soft hands

Aw shit look who it is, it's the Gucci Man with the tan
Wait, let's go back to the part near the start 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 hoops too, crew rockin' suits made my Bruce Bruce
And my wood wheel is a fruce
She had a vibe I could with,
While we was flying had to go sit by the pilot, cause she smelled like Rikers
mack, straight stiff arm
Could I get some RiFF promotion? Man the fuck my label at?
It's Riff Raff, hit a lines of rice
'Cause I'm tryna get my six-pack back, you should move at your preschool
No common sense, but I don't sit on the bench, rap Johnny Bench, who my fans clench?
Waiting on my chance to ball, on you to fall off softly
Used to move through my counselor's office
8 in my back pocket but I do not play pool
Play by the pool, 10 10 babe's drool while I lay by the ooh man, just working on my tone
The fuck you expect from the butterscotch boss I floss,
Rap game Randy Moss in the candy Buick sittin' on Brazilian gloss
Riff, hope you ready for that Icon, it just dropped right now
Came through in the bright brown