Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

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

Uh, platinum, platinum just ain't 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
We'll do it takes to get some air play
We'll make that bounce shit, triple our and pay
Yeah, come on Shaggy, What? Follow my lead, go
It's time we change our shit up to get we need, come on

Uh, radio
Yo! yo! Come on and me, ride me
Pull, pull! on and hide me, hide me
Cat black, I'm grow one, gold one
Club cat, you want old ones, old ones
Black, black, look at that go, lady go
at me, I'm on the radio, radio
Cut, cut, we gonna it away, throw it away
Give up, give us the play, radio play

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

{The pathetic attempts cease
The moronic musical continues to insult
The intelligence of the savvy
How much more can an be asked to endure?}

Didn't work, ah fuck, what
always told us that we sucked at rapping
Well I don't know how to a guitar
I'll the skin flute to be a radio star
I'm sick of keeping it real, and
I the ten millions fans 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 pony
She said her name was but I do not know
She drinks disco and cherry jello
I can put my Buddy Holly on
I can even sing one of faggot songs
I can checkered pants and never smile
cool for your radio dial
Toby fell in with a college

borish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in their journey
Through the music
Each is more ridiculous than the last
Their towards musical success
Are little more than a stumble complete failure}

That was bullshit, what the fuck? You think of
I'm here trying to write hits, your doing nothing
You wrote the shit, but did it work? No
It flopped on its ass, at I tried though
Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with other
We need to start about relationships and lovers. why?
Can you sing? No, can I
If we're be radio 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 wanna lick you head to toe
Girl, perfume, it's 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 that I can't 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 make 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 go wrong
Girl, so you fucked my boy, I give a fuck

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