Luyện nghe bài hát Illion

1 (Joe Flizzow)
yo there's more to life than just cards and money
now why we sweatin' crazy chasin hunnies?
you know it's funny but it's all good
'cos like everybody else I got a dream to a million yo
now what? You thought we got bank?
you know I'm in a tent cos I couldn't afford the rent
but if I was rich, I'd buy me mad blings
and fat chains that'll make ya neck and platinum ring rings
just to get the feeling, nows lets pretend we
with big bucks and persian rugs and pushin big trucks
and 4 wheel drives tv screens and mad audio
got personal trainers to take of my cardio
and Playboy Bunnies to me milk and oreos
a dozen hunnnies in bikinis and
to chill wit' me and my boys at our pool
my make believe crib yo you 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 makin'
Don't wake me up fool im busy with all these

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I wanna make a
Illegal got a
yo Joe a trillion
got change for a zillion?

2 (Malique)
well if I had a you know I'd spend buff fees
so I can get sicillians and go puffy
haha, takeover Bad Boy and merry
sign Joe, chill with 112 and sip
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 Hype Williams now gimme Spielberg
and remember one thang, I all rappers in it
north, south, to the west, they all represented
and bring R&B dudes too, prolly Usher
so he can do nose wrestle scene we planned with 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, frontin' with a new bag
the help 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 start my clothing company sellin' see
negligees and brassieres, ''d sell thongs wit peacock feathers
and zebra prints and market my product for grandmothers
and tell my agent to get hold of the
make an cant refuse for his residence
renovate the crib jac'causezi balconies
hire Chef Wan to make me cheese and
mad security, ain't no papparazzi
gon'take of me and my boo invade my provacy
if not I'll buy an just off South China Sea
escape mad city and let my conscience free
shady palm trees, Kawasaki jet skis
and sip pineapple in peaceful harmony
so thats my story and dreams ya'll dont laugh at me
'cos one day my fantasies might be

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