Luyện nghe bài hát Starstruck

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

I woke up from a California again,
to someone's daughter who I'll probably never meet again
You call her a hoe?
Ask me I say she a fan
all her hours thinking bout what she gonna do and when
I be on that 747 flying frequent
You get all the press and try to check for when I'm due to
And get home in the daytime, way the PM
Tryin' to finish living out this dream so I be in
And ask me if I'm lonely
I ain't as my money good cause she my one and only
Critics got they face up in my business nosy
But I'm out here putting on for anyone who knows me
No, I ain't in my position comfy
Drinking bigger and ifa chief and alisa oz
I stay with me some backup, in you run up on me
He play the pastor, make a nigga holy

They me the 501 Don
Mr. know he got a of 501's on
My marijuana and these hoes ain't 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 shit, claiming you're my main bitch
Do us both a fav, don't text, call me, darling
I was made to ball it's like rolling
They say I'm the and they call Wiz, atomic
Hotter than New Orleans, or a foreman grill,
And Chevy caught like Jalil
is what I go so I need sudafed,
Big dog all ya'll poodle fed
Money in the all through the vent
got time to blow