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 music scene
To attempt to change their so-called artistic
In a vain to appeal to the public at large
Behold, the

Uh, fuck platinum, just ain't enough
We need money, more houses and cars and stuff
I'm of juggalos, I want them 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, our sales and pay
Yeah, on Shaggy, What? Follow my lead, let's go
It's time we change our shit up to get we need, come on

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

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

{The pathetic never cease
The musical onslaught continues to insult
The intelligence of the savvy
How much more can an audience be 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 the skin flute to be a radio star
I'm sick of it real, and underground
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 fell in love with a girl
She had a backpack and a pony
She said her name was but I do not know
She disco lemonade and cherry jello
I can put my Buddy Holly on
I can even sing one of these songs
I can wear checkered pants and never
Whatever's for your radio dial
Toby fell in love with a

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

That was bullshit, what the You think 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, no need to be fighting with 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
Touch me, boy, remix, uh
Girl, I gotta let you know, on
I wanna you from head to toe
Girl, your perfume, smelling so sweet
I wanna make love, the sheets

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 chance, and I'll make you dance
Girl, we make radio songs, for fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make radio songs, for fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a

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