Luyện nghe bài hát Illion

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

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

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

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

(4X)