Luyện nghe bài hát Illion

1 (Joe Flizzow)
yo there's more to than just credit cards and money
now why we ballers sweatin' crazy hunnies?
you know it's funny but it's all good
'cos like everybody else I got a to make a million yo
now what? You thought we got crazy
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 chains that'll make ya hurt and platinum ring rings
just to get the feeling, nows pretend we dealin'
with big bucks and persian silk and pushin big trucks
and 4 drives wit' tv screens and mad audio
got personal to take care of my cardio
and Playboy Bunnies to bring me and oreos
a dozen hunnnies in bikinis and
to chill wit' me and my boys at our pool
my believe crib yo you know be always rowdy
my neighbour Britney, she complainin' but she jealoues
'cos Jenny Lo across the road to hang wit' us fellas
Makin' money makin' money money
Don't me up fool im busy with all these hunnies

2x
I wanna make a
Illegal got a
yo Joe take a
got change 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, takeover Bad Boy and Jenny
Joe, chill with 112 and sip Henny
this might sound but Imma do a song with Jay Z
with Dre on the and libs by Slimshady
and do this you know like really ill, word
a Hype Williams now gimme Steven Spielberg
and one thang, I want all rappers in it
north, south, east to the west, they all
and bring some R&B dudes too, prolly
so he can do that nose wrestle scene we planned Busta
and at the end we all say, in Peace Big Pun
now guess where I'm be at once the videos done
I'll be in Cuba, with a new pouch 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 wit Tim Boots
and my clothing company sellin' see through
and brassieres, heck ''d sell thongs wit peacock feathers
and zebra prints and my product for sigle grandmothers
and tell my to get hold of the president
make an cant refuse for his residence
renovate the crib jac'causezi balconies
hire Chef Wan to make me cheese and
mad tight security, no papparazzi
gon'take shots of me and my boo my provacy
if not I'll buy an island off South China Sea
escape mad city and let my conscience free
under palm trees, Kawasaki jet skis
and sip pineapple juice in peaceful
so thats my and dreams ya'll fools dont laugh at me
'cos one day my might be reality

(4X)