Luyện nghe bài hát Illion

1 (Joe Flizzow)
yo more to life than just credit cards and money
now why we ballers crazy chasin hunnies?
you know it's funny but it's all good
'cos like 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 couldn't the rent
but if I was rich, I'd buy me mad bling
and fat chains that'll make ya neck and platinum ring rings
just to get the feeling, nows pretend we dealin'
big bucks and persian silk rugs and pushin big trucks
and 4 drives wit' tv screens and mad audio
got trainers to take care of my cardio
and Bunnies to bring me milk and oreos
a hunnnies in bikinis and parios
to chill wit' me and my at our pool parties
my believe crib yo you know be always rowdy
my Britney, she complainin' but she just jealoues
'cos Lo across the road 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
got a billion
yo Joe take a
Malique got for a zillion?

2 (Malique)
well if I had a million you I'd spend buff fees
so I can get sicillians and go puffy
haha, takeover Bad Boy and merry
sign Joe, with 112 and sip Henny
this might sound crazy but do a song with Jay Z
with Dre on the beats and by Slimshady
and do video you know like really ill, word
a Hype Williams now gimme Steven Spielberg
and remember one thang, I want all in it
north, south, east to the west, they all
and bring some R&B dudes too, prolly
so he can do that wrestle scene we planned with Busta
and at the end we all say, Rest in Big Pun
now guess where I'm gon' be at once the done
I'll be in Cuba, frontin' with a new 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 storeroom wit Tim
and my clothing company sellin' see through
negligees and brassieres, heck ''d sell wit peacock feathers
and zebra prints and market my product for sigle
and my agent to get hold of the president
make an offer refuse for his residence
then the crib jac'causezi balconies
Chef Wan to make me cheese and macaroni
mad security, ain't no papparazzi
shots of me and my boo invade my provacy
if not I'll buy an just off South China Sea
escape mad city life and let my conscience
under shady palm trees, jet skis
and sip pineapple juice in peaceful
so thats my story and ya'll fools dont laugh at me
'cos one day my might be reality

(4X)