Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

{Occasionally, the temptation to reach
The of the pop music genre, will reduce even
The most deplorable examples of the underground music
To to change their so-called artistic endeavors
In a vain attempt to to the public at large
Behold, the

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

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

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

{The pathetic attempts cease
The moronic onslaught continues to insult
The intelligence of the consumer
How more can an audience be asked to endure?}

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

Joey fell in with a college girl
She had a backpack and a tail
She her name 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 wear pants and never smile
Whatever's for your radio dial
Toby in love with a college

borish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in their journey
Through the music
Each sonnet is more ridiculous the last
Their strides musical success
Are little more than a stumble into complete

was bullshit, what the fuck? You think of something
I'm sitting here trying to write hits, your 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 other
We need to start talking relationships and lovers. why?
Can you No, neither can I
If gonna be radio stars, we at least gotta try

Remix, uh, remix, clown boy, uh, me
Touch me, boy, remix, uh
Girl, I gotta let you know, on
I wanna lick you from to toe
Girl, your perfume, it's so sweet
I wanna make love, between the

Girl, play my song, while I'm on the long
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 songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't a fuck

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