Take a look At what I took A leaf out of everybody We see what you can I Like everybody I know This won This won This won Do you all know Of the emperor
not how I wanna be Anyhow, every time the same dream This won't be played on your radio tonight This won't be played on your radio show This won't be played on your radio
Перевод: Jet. Radio Song.
radio tonight This won't be played on your radio tonight This won't be played on your radio tonight This won't be played on your radio Show This won't be played on your radio
your radio tonight This won't be played on your radio tonight This won't be played on your radio tonight This won't be played on your radio Show This won't be played on your radio
meetin' Cash money makin', movin' shakin' Corporate jet glidin', limousine ridin' Writin' hits, filthy rich straight up nigga That's right, I'm a nigga Now I'ma write this song though the radio
with a minstrel actor Sorry Mr. Charlie won't chap dance And fuck the radio for telling me to snap jam I'm just expecting the spectator's respect here My net is from jet
(Let's together) Yo, yeah, DMC, my man and the place to be Yo, this song's dedicated (Whether) (Whether) To all those who been down with Each other since
t be missin' 'em Keep on playin' song, LP playin' long Jay, D and Joe, keep the radio stayin' on I always say to Joe, turn on the radio Jam Master Jay
Radio operator to the tower Debbie's comin' in for a landin' Oh, put your head between your knees Caused by the vibrations of love They're about to shake
hanging with my niggas drinking on that hard liquor had a song out baby some how my head got bigger been traveling around the world 2 of us's in jet
one who's taking the free ride You wanna be be famous Your song is on the radio, hot rotation video Bright lights, fan mail, paparazzi on your tail Tour bus, private jet
bread and water alone But by every word proceding out the microphone My wife woke up, turned the radio on My son said daddy, they're playing your song
and praise, watch the frisk raise, reunite Take birth trees to upright, I forget a fake MC's My song's the Bible, survival in the man, the lost lands No radio
I ain't got the face Oh still I wanna be a rock star, but ain't got what it takes Seeing my face up on the TV Hearing my songs on the radio People waiting
. y'all When I hear a bass drum I gotta get dumb, but some Think it's a fable and label me not able to come Correct, so I cold jet back to my room And
of reach And recognized none but the southern cross Sitting on my bed with the light turned off Till I found a sweet song on the little clock radio
