Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

{Occasionally, the overwhelming to reach
The pinnacle of the pop music genre, will even
The most deplorable examples of the underground music
To attempt to 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, more houses and and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other
I them shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos
do whatever it takes to get some air play
We'll make that bounce shit, triple our 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! on and ride me, ride me
Pull, pull! Come on and hide me, me
Cat black, I'm gonna one, gold 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 throw it away, throw it away
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 never cease
The moronic musical onslaught to insult
The intelligence of the consumer
How much more can an be asked to endure?}

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

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

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

was bullshit, what the fuck? You think of something
I'm sitting here trying to write hits, doing nothing
You wrote the crump shit, but did it No
It flopped on its ass, at least I tried
Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with other
We to start talking about relationships and lovers. why?
Can you sing? No, 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 you from head to toe
Girl, your perfume, it's 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 know that I sing, yes I can
Give me one more chance, and I'll make you
Girl, we make songs, for radio fans, we can't 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, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go
Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a

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