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 probably 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 747 flying frequent shit
You get all the and try to check for when I'm due to land
And get home in the daytime, way the PM
to finish living out this dream so I be sleeping in
And they ask me if I'm
I long as my money good cause she my one and only
Critics got face up in my business gettin nosy
But I'm just out here putting on for who knows me
No, I ain't in my position comfy
Drinking bigger and ifa chief and bring oz
I stay with me some backup, in 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 strong and these hoes ain't shit but probably calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was up wildin
Made it to my crib we was both drunk,
Now you on some shit, claiming you're my main bitch
Do us both a fav, don't text, call me, darling
I was to ball 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 Jalil
I'll is what I go so I sudafed,
Big dog nigga all poodle fed
Money in the wall all through the
Still got to blow