Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Stars

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

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

Uh, radio
Yo! yo! Come on and me, ride me
Pull, pull! Come on and me, hide me
Cat black, I'm gonna grow one, one
cat, you want 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 play, radio play

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

{The pathetic never cease
The moronic musical continues to insult
The of the savvy consumer
How much more can an audience be asked to

Didn't work, ah fuck, what
They always told us that we sucked at
Well I don't know how to play a
I'll the skin flute to be a radio star
I'm sick of keeping it real, and
I want the ten millions sell out radio flavor sound
though we'll be played next summer
Show me a radio dick, and 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 was Lisa but I do not know
She drinks disco lemonade and cherry
I can put my Buddy glasses on
I can even sing one of these songs
I can wear checkered pants and smile
cool for your radio dial
Toby fell in with a college

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

That was bullshit, what the You think of something
I'm sitting here to write hits, your doing nothing
You the crump shit, but did it work? No
It flopped on its ass, at I tried though
Alright, ain't no to be fighting with each other
We to start talking about 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 gotta let you know, on
I wanna lick you from to toe
Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so
I wanna love, between the sheets

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