Luyện nghe bài hát Introducting the Icon

Yo, wanna know something my right arm?
I done flex so hard, I set off alarms
The outta 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 write Clark on my cable bill
Bill on my couch out in Nashville
Pam couch met her orange on the
High fructose concentrated pepper
She was grabbin' on my doing handstands
Hey Julia Stiles, the last dance
Second glass started, in my bottle
Only 3 stay forever, 10%
I can do the math but I choose to a nap
Front yard hovercraft on Versace
Dry land, Swedish field by trees
Bitch, I could sing a like Alicia Keys
New pants, 40 grands on the next
I'm the white Gucci Mane a spray tan
Big don't wait, you shouldn't too

What the fuck a wife do? No wedding shoes, no wedding
What the fuck a wife do? No wedding shoes, no wedding
What the fuck a wife do? No shoes
Who you? Who come through kung-fu
Jinjitsu, eating pow when the thunder storm, tornado, side symbol on my Guess jeans
You on the guest list? You French kiss? I gotta double check your French tips
Hygiene clean, Eugene, dream, I dream shake like Olajuwon
trippin' talkin' 'bout
"You gotta focus on the in your songs, a lot is riding on this album"
Maaaaan, fuck that, gimme piece of chain or
Candy-gray Maybach, her ass flat
"You really say that"
Man, it's Raff 30k or better when I touch stage
Girl, I crush the stage, kids bum-rush the stage
Broke whores get rich too, trade-in Isuzus, buy new too, remove 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 with the waterslide
From the top floor to the living room
Electric cleans the house Jetson Judy, big booty
You can be 18 with 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 where you was talkin' 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, whole crew suits made my Bruce Bruce
And my wood is a Bruce fruce
She had a vibe I could with,
While we was had to go sit by the pilot, cause she smelled like Rikers Island
mack, straight stiff arm
Could I get some RiFF promotion? Man the fuck my label at?
It's Riff Raff, hit a couple lines of
'Cause I'm tryna get my six-pack back, you should move packs at preschool
No common sense, but I sit on the bench, rap game Johnny Bench, who my fans clench?
Waiting on my chance to ball, on you to fall off softly
to move ounces through my counselor's office
8 ball in my back pocket but I do not pool
Play by the pool, 10 10 babe's drool while I lay by the ooh man, just on my skin 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 for that Neon Icon, it just dropped right now
Came in the Benz bright brown