Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

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

Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just enough
We need more money, houses and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I them other hoes
I want shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos
do whatever it takes to get some air play
We'll make that bounce shit, our sales and pay
Yeah, come on Shaggy, What? Follow my lead, go
time we change our shit up to get what we need, come on

Uh, play
Yo! yo! on and ride me, ride me
Pull, pull! on and hide me, hide me
Cat black, I'm grow one, gold one
cat, you want them old ones, old ones
Black, black, look at lady 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 radio play, radio

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

{The pathetic attempts never
The moronic onslaught continues to insult
The intelligence of the savvy
How much more can an audience be asked to

Didn't work, ah fuck, happened?
They always told us that we sucked at
Well I don't know how to a guitar
I'll play the skin flute to be a radio
I'm of keeping it real, and underground
I want the ten millions fans out radio flavor sound
Even we'll be played next summer
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 was Lisa but I do not know
She drinks disco and cherry jello
I can put my Buddy glasses on
I can sing one of these faggot songs
I can wear pants and never smile
Whatever's cool for your dial
Toby fell in with a college

{The borish, bumbling are baffled in their journey
Through the music
Each is more ridiculous than the last
Their strides towards success
Are little more than a into complete failure}

That was bullshit, what the You think of something
I'm sitting here to write hits, your doing nothing
You the crump shit, but did it work? No
It flopped on its ass, at I tried though
Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each
We need to start talking relationships and lovers. why?
Can you No, neither can I
If we're be radio stars, we at least gotta try

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

Girl, play my song, while I'm on the phone
I'm a radio man, and I know 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 radio fans, we go wrong
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, so you fucked my boy, I don't a fuck

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