Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

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

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

Uh, radio
Yo! yo! Come on and me, ride me
Pull, pull! Come on and me, hide me
Cat black, I'm grow one, gold one
Club cat, you them old ones, old ones
Black, black, look at that lady go, go
Look at me, I'm on the radio,
Cut, cut, we gonna throw it away, throw it
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 musical onslaught to insult
The of the savvy consumer
How much can an audience be asked to endure?}

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

Joey fell in love with a girl
She had a backpack and a tail
She said her was Lisa but I do not know
She drinks disco lemonade and jello
I can put my Buddy Holly on
I can even sing one of faggot songs
I can wear checkered pants and never
Whatever's cool for your radio
Toby fell in love a college

{The borish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in journey
the music business
Each is more ridiculous than the last
Their strides towards musical
Are little more a stumble into complete failure}

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

Remix, uh, remix, clown boy, uh, me
Touch me, boy, remix, uh
Girl, I let you know, on radio
I lick you from head to toe
Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so
I wanna make love, between the

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 make you dance
Girl, we radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong
Girl, we make radio songs, for 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 don't give a

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