Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

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

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

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

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

{The attempts never cease
The moronic musical onslaught continues to
The intelligence of the savvy
How much more can an audience be asked to

Didn't work, ah fuck, happened?
They always told us that we at rapping
Well I don't know how to a guitar
I'll play the skin flute to be a radio
I'm sick of it real, and underground
I the ten millions fans sell out radio flavor sound
Even though we'll be played next
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 and a pony tail
She said her name was but I do not know
She drinks lemonade and cherry jello
I can put my Buddy glasses on
I can even sing one of these songs
I can wear pants and never smile
Whatever's cool for your dial
Toby fell in love with a

borish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in their journey
Through the business
Each sonnet is more ridiculous the last
Their towards musical success
Are little more than a stumble into failure}

was bullshit, what the fuck? You think of something
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 I tried though
Alright, ain't no need to be fighting each other
We to start talking about relationships and lovers. why?
Can you No, neither 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 gotta let you know, on
I wanna lick you from to toe
Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so
I make love, between the sheets

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

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