Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

{Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to
The pinnacle of the pop music genre, will even
The deplorable examples of the underground music scene
To to change their so-called artistic endeavors
In a vain to appeal to the public at large
Behold, the

Uh, platinum, platinum just ain't enough
We need more money, more houses and cars and
I'm of juggalos, I want them other hoes
I want them hoes, you get with radio and videos
We'll do whatever it takes to get air play
We'll make that shit, triple our sales and pay
Yeah, come on Shaggy, What? my lead, let's go
time we change our shit up to get what we need, come on

Uh, play
Yo! yo! on and ride me, ride me
Pull, pull! Come on and me, hide me
Cat black, I'm gonna one, gold one
cat, you want them old ones, old ones
Black, black, at that lady go, lady go
at me, I'm on the radio, radio
Cut, cut, we gonna throw it away, it away
Give up, give us the radio play, play

What? hey! what? what? what? hey!
what? hey
What? hey! what? what? what? hey!
what? hey

{The pathetic attempts never
The musical onslaught continues to insult
The of the savvy consumer
How much can an audience be asked to endure?}

Didn't work, ah fuck, happened?
They always told us we sucked at rapping
Well I know how to play a guitar
I'll play the skin to be a radio star
I'm sick of it real, and underground
I the ten millions fans sell out radio flavor sound
though we'll be played next summer
Show me a dick, and I'll show you a Hummer
we go, oh my God

Joey fell in love a college girl
She had a backpack and a pony
She said her was Lisa but I do not know
She drinks lemonade and cherry jello
I can put my Buddy Holly on
I can even sing one of these songs
I can checkered pants and never smile
Whatever's cool for radio dial
fell in love with a college

{The borish, buffoons are baffled in their journey
Through the business
Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the
strides towards musical success
Are little more than a into complete failure}

That was bullshit, what the fuck? You think of
I'm here trying to write hits, your doing nothing
You the crump shit, but did it work? No
It flopped on its ass, at least I though
Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each
We need to talking about relationships and lovers. why?
Can you sing? No, can I
If we're gonna be stars, we at least gotta try

Remix, uh, remix, clown boy, uh, me
Touch me, boy, remix, uh
Girl, I let you know, on radio
I wanna lick you from to toe
Girl, your perfume, smelling so sweet
I wanna love, between the sheets

Girl, play my song, while I'm on the phone
I'm a radio man, and I know that I sing, yes I can
Give me one more chance, and I'll make you
Girl, we make radio songs, for fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we go wrong
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go
Girl, we make radio songs, for fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, so you fucked my boy, I give a fuck

years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play
Finally the two dim idiots
Decided to stay with the wicked for life}