Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

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

Uh, fuck platinum, just ain't enough
We need more money, houses and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them hoes
I want shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos
do whatever it takes to get some air play
We'll make bounce shit, triple our sales and pay
Yeah, come on Shaggy, What? Follow my lead, go
It's we change our shit up to get what we need, come on

Uh, play
Yo! yo! on and ride me, ride me
Pull, pull! Come on and hide me, me
Cat black, I'm gonna grow one, 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 play, radio play

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

{The pathetic attempts cease
The moronic 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 that we sucked at
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 fans sell out radio flavor sound
Even though be played next summer
Show me a radio dick, and show you a Hummer
we go, oh my God

Joey fell in love a college girl
She had a backpack and a tail
She her name was Lisa but I do not know
She drinks lemonade and cherry jello
I can put my Holly glasses on
I can even sing one of these faggot
I can checkered pants and never smile
Whatever's for your radio dial
Toby fell in love a college

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

That was bullshit, what the You think of something
I'm sitting here trying to write hits, your nothing
You wrote the crump shit, but did it No
It on its ass, at least I tried though
Alright, no need to be fighting with each other
We need to start 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, clown boy, uh, me
Touch me, boy, remix, uh
Girl, I let you know, on radio
I lick 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 long
I'm a man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can
Give me one more chance, and I'll you dance
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go
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 make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go
Girl, so you my boy, I don't give a fuck

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