Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

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

Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just enough
We more money, more houses and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want other hoes
I them shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos
do whatever it takes to get some air play
We'll make that bounce shit, our sales and pay
Yeah, come on Shaggy, Follow my lead, let's go
time we change our shit up to get what we need, come on

Uh, radio
Yo! yo! Come on and ride me, me
Pull, pull! Come on and hide me, me
Cat black, I'm gonna grow one, one
Club cat, you want old ones, old ones
Black, black, look at 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, radio

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

{The pathetic attempts never
The moronic musical continues to insult
The intelligence of the savvy
How much more can an audience be to endure?}

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

Joey in love with 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 Holly glasses on
I can even one of these faggot songs
I can checkered pants and never smile
Whatever's cool for your radio
Toby in love with a college

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

That was bullshit, what the You think of something
I'm sitting here trying to write hits, doing nothing
You wrote the crump shit, but did it No
It flopped on its ass, at least I though
Alright, ain't no to be fighting with each other
We need to start talking about relationships and lovers.
Can you No, neither can I
If gonna be radio stars, we at least gotta try

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

Girl, play my song, while I'm on the long
I'm a man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can
me one more chance, and I'll make you dance
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we 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 my boy, I don't give a fuck

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