Luyện nghe bài hát Starstruck

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

I woke up from a California again,
Next to someone's daughter who I'll never meet again
You call her a groupie
Ask me I say she a fan
Spending all her hours thinking bout she gonna do and when
I be on that 747 flying frequent
You get all the press and try to for when I'm due to land
And get in the daytime, way about the PM
Tryin' to living out this dream so I be sleeping in
And they ask me if I'm
I ain't as my money 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 who knows me
No, I ain't in my position getting
Drinking and ifa chief and bring alisa oz
I stay with me some backup, in you run up on me
He gonna play the pastor, a nigga holy

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