Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

{Occasionally, the overwhelming to reach
The pinnacle of the pop genre, will reduce even
The most deplorable of the underground music scene
To attempt to change their so-called artistic
In a attempt to appeal to the public at large
Behold, the

Uh, fuck platinum, just ain't enough
We more money, more houses and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other
I them shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos
We'll do it takes to get some air play
make that bounce shit, triple our sales 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! on and ride me, ride me
Pull, pull! on and hide me, hide me
Cat black, I'm grow one, gold one
Club cat, you them old ones, old ones
Black, black, look at that lady go, go
at me, I'm on the radio, radio
Cut, cut, we gonna throw it away, it away
up, give us the radio play, radio play

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

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

work, ah fuck, what happened?
They always told us we sucked at rapping
I don't 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 want the ten millions sell out radio flavor sound
Even though be played next summer
Show me a radio dick, and I'll you a Hummer
we go, oh my God

Joey fell in love with a college
She had a backpack and a pony
She her name was Lisa but I do not know
She drinks disco and cherry jello
I can put my Buddy glasses on
I can sing one of these faggot songs
I can wear pants and never smile
Whatever's cool for your radio
Toby fell in love a college

{The borish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in journey
the music business
Each sonnet is ridiculous than the last
Their towards musical success
Are more than a stumble into complete failure}

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

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

Girl, play my song, while I'm on the phone
I'm a radio man, and I that I can't sing, yes I can
Give me one more chance, and I'll you dance
Girl, we radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go
Girl, we make songs, for radio 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 shit for life}