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 appeal to the public at
Behold, the

Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain't
We more money, more houses and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other
I want them hoes, you get with radio and videos
We'll do whatever it takes to get some air
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, radio
Yo! yo! on and ride me, ride me
Pull, pull! Come on and me, hide me
Cat black, I'm gonna one, gold one
Club cat, you 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? hey! what?
What? hey

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

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

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

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

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

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

Girl, play my song, while I'm on the long
I'm a radio man, and I know that I sing, yes I can
me one more chance, and I'll make you dance
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 radio 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 give a

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