Luyện nghe bài hát Starstruck

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

I up from a California dream again,
Next to someone's daughter who I'll probably meet again
You call her a hoe?
Ask me I say she a fan
Spending all her hours thinking bout what she gonna do and
I be on that 747 flying shit
You get all the press and try to for when I'm due to land
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 long as my 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 anyone who me
No, I ain't in my position comfy
Drinking bigger and ifa chief and alisa oz
I with me some backup, in case you run up on me
He play the pastor, make a nigga holy

They 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
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
say I'm the bomb and they call Wiz, atomic
Hotter than New Orleans, or a geoge grill,
And Chevy eyes like Jalil
I'll is I go so I need sudafed,
Big dog nigga all ya'll fed
Money in the all through the vent
got time to blow