Luyện nghe bài hát Illion

1 (Joe Flizzow)
yo there's more to life just credit cards and money
now why we ballers sweatin' crazy hunnies?
you know it's funny but it's all good
like everybody else I got a dream to make a million yo
now what? You we got crazy bank?
you know I'm sleeping in a cos I couldn't afford the rent
but if I was rich, I'd buy me mad bling
and fat that'll make ya neck hurt and platinum ring rings
just to get the feeling, nows lets pretend we
with big bucks and persian silk and pushin big trucks
and 4 wheel drives wit' tv screens and mad
got personal to take care of my cardio
and Bunnies to bring me milk and oreos
a dozen hunnnies in bikinis and
to chill wit' me and my at our pool parties
my make believe crib yo you know be always
my neighbour Britney, she but she just jealoues
'cos Jenny Lo across the gets to hang wit' us fellas
money makin' money makin' money
Don't wake me up fool im with all these hunnies

2x
I wanna make a
Illegal got a
yo Joe a trillion
Malique got change for a

2 (Malique)
well if I had a million you know I'd buff fees
so I can get and go kidnap puffy
haha, takeover Bad Boy and merry
sign Joe, with 112 and sip Henny
this might sound crazy but Imma do a with Jay Z
with Dre on the beats and by Slimshady
and do video you know like really ill, word
**** a Hype Williams now Steven Spielberg
and one thang, I want all rappers in it
north, south, to the west, they all represented
and bring R&B dudes too, prolly Usher
so he can do nose wrestle scene we planned with Busta
and at the end we all say, in Peace Big Pun
now guess I'm gon' be at once the videos done
I'll be in Cuba, with a new pouch bag
wit' the of James Bond I'll try to bring Tupac back, what.

3 (Joe Flizzow)
if I had mad loot, I'd fill my wit Tim Boots
and start my clothing company see through
negligees and brassieres, heck ''d sell wit peacock feathers
and zebra and market my product for sigle grandmothers
and tell my to get hold of the president
make an offer refuse for his residence
then renovate the crib balconies
hire Chef Wan to make me cheese and
mad tight security, no papparazzi
shots of me and my boo invade my provacy
if not I'll buy an island off South China Sea
escape mad city life and let my free
under palm trees, Kawasaki jet skis
and sip juice in peaceful harmony
so thats my story and dreams ya'll dont laugh at me
one day my fantasies might be reality

(4X)