Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Suckers

People, it's time for the Ice
So listen to my words, I much sense
As I commence my intense get telephoto
Break out your big

Look, out the sales charts
My kickin', I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts
They banned me from shows
Because they I'm too hard

But no sell-out, I guess I'm barred
I ain't mine for no body
bleeped words from Doug's 'La-de-da-de'
I can't get a bleep? What's the

Maybe my words are too real
It's not profanity, it's the man and me
He want you to see what I see
Doesn't you to be what you can be
Word, censorship of

Radio suckers play me
Radio never play me
Radio suckers play me

Suckers don't, but do
The real troopers the Ice to you
And close friends to me, yeah, Public
stations have high intellect

They don't pretend to be, too bourgeois to a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', down by law
They play the jams that are right, not polite
They realize you get some people uptight

Speak the word, your will definitely be heard
Lie to yourself, you're to be to the curb
Some stations care, they'll never put on the air
Nothin' but commercial junk, their brain impaired

don't listen or try to hear what I write
Maybe just once or try some school at night
They're makin' wack, people have to escape
But even if I'm banned, I'll a million tapes

Radio suckers play me
suckers never play me
Radio never play me

I made records for music, not for the
To some of you that might sound
But I ain't broke, and I joke
And my lyrics are known to make smoke

Clear as a gun scope, I speak the dope
Can the radio handle the truth?
Uncut, no edits, no
You can get a plastic rapper any ol'dispenser

A penny a yard, to make a record hard
But to make it something that's a job
But then we do it, refuse it
So I tell duck suckers to cold go screw it
We shouldn't sell out, we should yell out
And get them wack the hell out

Radio suckers play me
suckers never play me
Radio suckers play me
suckers never play me

Cruisin' down the what do I see?
Task Force, L.A.P.D.
Gangs illin', wildin' and
Hustlers on a like they got a million

Girls on the strap and you know
You know the guys will stop if you stop that crap
But you can't, you want so bad
You'll anything with the Gucci tag

You gotta it, so the men go get it
and stealin', soon to regret it
Livin' in a jail cell, feelin' a dumbbell
While you jump the next jock,

That's reality, that's I see
says that you have to agree
Censorship that the way to be
I you said this country was free?

Radio suckers play me
suckers never play me

Tone it down, is what say to me
The FCC not allow profanity
Your subject matter's too hard, make a song
You get real, come on

I no lover, I'm a fighter
core radical rap rhyme writer
Pushin' the button, E the cuttin'
Everything I say amounts to

More than a single rap, I'm too deep for
I lay my lyrics logic, press the wax
Play it on your deck, feel the effect
If you take the heat, eject
But I know you can,'cause an Ice-T fan
No here, my man