Luyện nghe bài hát Intro Superstar

Here's a toast to living my life like a
Party all through the just like a rock star
Girl, when we make love it's like a porn
And whenever I ball, bitch, I'm an
I'm a superstar, superstar,
I'm a superstar, superstar,
I'm on my stairway to Heaven, dear Father
God had on no Gucci, guessing Devil wears Prada
You know? let my bitch get money
I know you want get it, still you take nothing from me
A living comfy, hoes imported from London
white, half good loving,? packages shipped to the Runners
? he be straight from Cuba, is a mo'fucker
Until you finally fuck her, found out you shouldn'ta her
The lifestyle of a hustler, blow money fast, 'em
it up in the air, make it all back before sun up
Every bitch is a up, no matter who you are
Here's a toast to the trap stars,
I'm on my stairway to Heaven, dear heavenly
The devil told me not even better than stardom
Got 'em fucking applauding, had me fooled for a
Like so many others, them cameras turned into photos
I seem them flashing lights, but really the fucking motive?
Been motivated all my life, wait for this moment
Big house out by the water, I came with the chauffeur
Now I said? twelve summers
We straight the Bahamas, got me spending like?
These boys? go somewhere where we got
But once I get there, I start to notice my problem
How am I so alone I'm so surrounded?
Still on my stairway to Heaven, heavenly Father
This devil wore a dress: Angelina, Madonna
Fame monster, no relation to
Bitch got a lot of problems, ain't one of 'em, promise
with honors, she don't drink, she don't light up
We're on that powder, now every night is young
Red murcileago, who the fuck gon' her?
been racing towards an early grave, and guess who's the driver (Fame)
She thought she'd live
Like so many stars souls we captured on cameras
I my privacy, said it?
Here's a to living my life, man