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 music scene
To to change their so-called artistic endeavors
In a vain to appeal to the public at large
Behold, the

Uh, fuck platinum, platinum ain't enough
We need money, more houses and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other
I want them shitty hoes, you get radio and videos
do whatever it takes to get some air play
We'll make bounce shit, triple our sales and pay
Yeah, on Shaggy, What? Follow my lead, let's go
It's time we change our shit up to get we need, come on

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

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

{The pathetic attempts cease
The musical onslaught continues to insult
The of the savvy consumer
How more can an audience be asked to endure?}

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

Joey fell in with a college girl
She had a backpack and a tail
She said her name was Lisa but I do not
She disco lemonade 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
Whatever's cool for your radio
Toby in love with a college

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

That was bullshit, the fuck? You think of something
I'm here trying to write hits, your doing nothing
You wrote the crump shit, but did it No
It flopped on its ass, at least I though
Alright, no need to be fighting with each other
We need to start talking about and lovers. why?
Can you No, neither 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 let you know, on radio
I wanna you from head to toe
Girl, your perfume, smelling so sweet
I wanna make love, between the

Girl, play my song, I'm on the phone long
I'm a radio man, and I know that I sing, yes I can
Give me one chance, and I'll make you dance
Girl, we make radio songs, for fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we go wrong
Girl, we make songs, for radio fans, we can't 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 idiots
Decided to with the wicked shit for life}