Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

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

Uh, platinum, platinum just ain't enough
We need more money, houses and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other
I them shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos
We'll do whatever it takes to get air play
make that bounce shit, triple our sales 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, play
Yo! yo! on and ride me, ride me
Pull, pull! Come on and hide me, me
Cat black, I'm grow one, gold one
Club cat, you want them old ones, old
Black, black, look at that lady go, go
Look at me, I'm on the radio,
Cut, cut, we throw it away, throw it away
Give up, us the radio play, radio play

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

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

work, ah fuck, what happened?
They always us that we sucked at rapping
Well I know how to play a guitar
I'll 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 next summer
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 backpack and a tail
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 these songs
I can wear pants and never smile
Whatever's cool for radio dial
Toby fell in love a college

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

That was bullshit, what the You think of something
I'm sitting here trying to hits, your doing nothing
You wrote the shit, but did it work? No
It flopped on its ass, at least I tried
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 we're gonna be radio stars, we at gotta try

Remix, uh, remix, boy, uh, feel me
Touch me, boy, remix, uh
Girl, I let you know, on radio
I wanna lick you from to toe
Girl, your perfume, smelling so sweet
I make love, between the sheets

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

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