Luyện nghe bài hát Illion

1 (Joe Flizzow)
yo there's more to life than just credit and money
now why we sweatin' crazy chasin hunnies?
you know it's funny but it's all though
'cos 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 tent cos I couldn't the rent
but if I was rich, I'd buy me mad blings
and fat chains that'll make ya neck hurt and platinum rings
to get the feeling, nows lets pretend we dealin'
with big and persian silk rugs and pushin big trucks
and 4 wheel drives wit' tv screens and mad
got trainers to take care of my cardio
and Playboy Bunnies to bring me and oreos
a dozen hunnnies in bikinis and
to chill me and my boys at our pool parties
my make believe 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
Makin' makin' money makin' money
Don't wake me up fool im busy with all these

2x
I wanna a million
got a billion
yo Joe a trillion
Malique got change for a

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 112 and sip Henny
this sound crazy but Imma do a song with Jay Z
with Dre on the beats and libs by
and do this video you know like ill, word
**** a Williams now gimme Steven Spielberg
and one thang, I want all rappers in it
north, south, to the west, they all represented
and bring some R&B dudes too, Usher
so he can do that nose wrestle scene we planned Busta
and at the end we all say, Rest in 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 storeroom wit Tim
and start my clothing company see through
negligees and brassieres, heck ''d thongs wit peacock feathers
and zebra prints and market my product for grandmothers
and tell my agent to get of the president
make an offer cant for his residence
renovate the crib jac'causezi balconies
hire Chef Wan to make me and macaroni
mad tight security, no papparazzi
shots of me and my boo invade my provacy
if not I'll buy an island just off South Sea
mad city life and let my conscience free
under shady palm trees, jet skis
and sip pineapple in peaceful harmony
so my story and dreams ya'll fools dont laugh at me
'cos one day my fantasies be reality

(4X)