Luyện nghe bài hát Starstruck

This your boy Wiz man
And I'm a talk my shit, yeah,
I hope ya'll niggas is to hearing my voice by now,
And if not, get to it

I woke up from a dream again,
to someone's daughter who I'll probably never meet again
You her a groupie hoe?
Ask me I say she a fan
Spending all her thinking bout what she gonna do and when
I be on that 747 frequent shit
You get all the press and try to for when I'm due to land
And get in the daytime, way about the PM
to finish living out this dream so I be sleeping in
And they ask me if I'm
I ain't long as my good cause she my one and only
Critics got they face up in my gettin nosy
But I'm just out here putting on for anyone who me
No, I in my position getting comfy
Drinking bigger and ifa and bring alisa oz
I stay with me backup, in case you run up on me
He gonna the pastor, make a nigga holy

call me the 501 Don
Mr. he got a pear of 501's on
My marijuana strong and these hoes shit but probably calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was fucked up
it to my crib we was both drunk, driving
Now you on some lame shit, claiming you're my bitch
Do us both a fav, don't text, call me, darling
I was made to ball like Spaulding rolling
They say I'm the bomb and they call Wiz,
than New Orleans, or a geoge foreman grill,
And Chevy caught like Jalil
is what I go so I need sudafed,
Big dog nigga all ya'll fed
in the wall all through the vent
Still got to blow