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 up from a California dream again,
to someone's daughter who I'll probably never meet again
You call her a groupie
Ask me I say she a fan
Spending all her hours thinking what she gonna do and when
I be on that 747 flying shit
You get all the press and try to check for I'm due to land
And get in the daytime, way about the PM
Tryin' to finish living out dream so I be sleeping in
And they ask me if I'm
I ain't long as my money good 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 getting comfy
Drinking and ifa chief and bring alisa oz
I stay with me backup, in case you run up on me
He play the pastor, make a nigga holy

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