Luyện nghe bài hát Superstar

"Whassup, man?"
"What up?"
"Can you believe I went in this mothafucking place and this, this arrogant son of a behind the counter had the nerve to call me a fucking superstar"
"Rock star"
"No, I, no, a superstar, a star none the less, but a superstar, yes, no, and, and what I don't understand is how the fuck am I a superstar? How are you a superstar? We don't got a fucking video on MTV"
"No!"
"I got one car! And it's got a flat tire and a fucking broken rear mirror"
"I got two cars"
"You got two cars?"
"But still..."
"You be a superstar"
"No"
"I seen you flying the hood"
"No!"
"You be a superstar"
"Never!"
"Ok, well look, so I don't understand that shit, basically that shit ain't shit to me, I a mothafucking.."
"You might be a rock star. Ya know, maybe a star"
"You could be a rock star. With a little bit of effort and a video. I can you into some A&R. I can get you on the radio, you, my friend, can be a rock star"
"Nice"
"Warped Tour, baby"

(Chorus)
Superstar, you shit
Superstar, you shit
come on
Superstar, you shit
Superstar, you shit (Say what?)
Superstar, you ain't
Superstar, you shit
come on
Superstar, you shit
Superstar, you ain't
Don't let it go to head

(Monoxide Child)
I'm rocking a phat ass mink, and some chipped
So sweet and sticky call me Lil' Molasses
let it fool you though, I'm a neck slitter
Chest permed, all covered in glitter
I got falling out of my pockets at all times
Lying on me, spreading these rumors, to all
Hating on me, leaving these people with lines
Bitch, you be out your goddamn mind
Understand I'm the mothafucking shit,
And you ain't got to say it, I can see it on lips, please
Put my on a hot dog bun and put that in your mouth
And keep my name off tongue, hoe (BIATCH!)
fun in that Twiztid thong
I got my homie in the car waiting all night
I ain't (Yeah)
You can let the whole know
The only way I some pussy's if the bitch is a hoe (Eat a dick)

(Chorus)
Superstar, you shit
Superstar, you shit
come on
Superstar, you shit
Superstar, you shit (Say what?)
Superstar, you ain't
Superstar, you shit
Everybody on
Superstar, you ain't
Superstar, you shit
Don't let it go to head

(Jamie Madrox)
with the boots and a big old dick
Neck, chest, and tip covered in lipstick
Rhinestone
Nipples tells us about them young asses
And in a casket
We like ass bounce to the ounce
All you lame go and ask your friends
I'm talking about
Light built, dollor bills
Got a chauffer with a
I ain't touch a steering wheel
Besides I'm to fine to
And after the show about getting high
Let's talk you for a second
Then talk about me for an hour and a half
Oh yeah, here go that autograph you asking
forget to flash your titties on the way out
See, I'm a superstar, I'm on my own dick
though I ain't shit
And everybody it

(Chorus 2x)
Superstar, you shit
Superstar, you ain't
come on
Superstar, you shit
Superstar, you shit (Say what?)
Superstar, you ain't
Superstar, you shit
Everybody on
Superstar, you shit
Superstar, you ain't
let it go to your head