Luyện nghe bài hát Starstruck

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

I woke up a California dream again,
to someone's daughter who I'll probably never meet again
You her a groupie 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 shit
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 out this dream so I be sleeping in
And ask me if I'm lonely
I ain't long as my money good she my one and only
Critics got they up in my business gettin nosy
But I'm just out putting on for anyone who knows me
No, I in my position getting comfy
Drinking bigger and ifa chief and alisa oz
I stay me some backup, in case you run up on me
He gonna play the pastor, make a holy

They me the 501 Don
Mr. know he got a pear of on
My marijuana strong and these 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 my main 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 poodle fed
Money in the wall all the vent
got time to blow