Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

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

Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just enough
We need more money, more and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want other hoes
I want them hoes, you get with radio and videos
do whatever it takes to get some air play
We'll that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay
Yeah, come on Shaggy, 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! on and hide me, hide me
Cat black, I'm gonna grow one, one
Club cat, you want them old ones, old
Black, black, look at that go, lady go
at me, I'm on the radio, radio
Cut, cut, we gonna throw it away, throw it
Give up, give us the play, radio play

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

{The attempts never cease
The moronic musical continues to insult
The of the savvy consumer
How much more can an be asked to endure?}

Didn't work, ah fuck, what
They always told us we sucked at rapping
Well I 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 we'll be next summer
Show me a radio dick, and I'll show you a
we go, oh my God

Joey fell in love with a college
She had a and a pony tail
She said her name was but I do not know
She drinks disco and cherry jello
I can put my Holly glasses on
I can sing one of these faggot songs
I can wear pants and never smile
cool for your radio dial
Toby fell in love a college

{The borish, bumbling buffoons are in their journey
Through the music
Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the
Their towards musical success
Are little more than a stumble into complete

That was bullshit, what the fuck? You of something
I'm sitting trying to write hits, your doing nothing
You the crump shit, but did it work? No
It flopped on its ass, at least I though
Alright, ain't no to be fighting with each other
We need to start about relationships and lovers. why?
Can you sing? No, can I
If we're gonna be stars, we at least gotta try

Remix, uh, remix, clown boy, uh, me
me, clown boy, remix, uh
Girl, I gotta let you know, on
I wanna lick you from to toe
Girl, perfume, it's smelling so sweet
I wanna make love, between the

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

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