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 chasin
you know it's funny but it's all good
'cos 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 cos I couldn't afford the rent
but if I was rich, I'd buy me mad bling
and fat chains that'll ya neck hurt and platinum ring rings
just to get the feeling, nows lets pretend we
with big 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 Playboy to bring me milk and oreos
a dozen hunnnies in bikinis and
to wit' me and my boys at our pool parties
my make believe crib yo you know be always
my neighbour Britney, she complainin' but she just
'cos Jenny Lo across the road gets to wit' us fellas
Makin' makin' money makin' money
wake me up fool im busy with all these hunnies

2x
I wanna a million
got a billion
yo Joe take a
Malique got for a zillion?

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 Jenny
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 this video you know like really ill,
**** a Williams now gimme 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 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 my storeroom wit Tim Boots
and my clothing company sellin' see through
negligees and brassieres, heck ''d sell thongs wit feathers
and zebra and market my product for sigle grandmothers
and tell my agent to get hold of the
make an offer cant for his residence
then renovate the crib jac'causezi
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 island just off China Sea
escape mad city and let my conscience free
shady palm trees, Kawasaki jet skis
and sip juice in peaceful harmony
so my story and dreams ya'll fools dont laugh at me
one day my fantasies might be reality

(4X)