Luyện nghe bài hát Illion

1 (Joe Flizzow)
yo there's more to life than just credit cards and
now why we sweatin' crazy chasin 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 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 that'll make ya neck hurt and platinum ring rings
to get the feeling, nows lets pretend we dealin'
with big bucks and persian silk rugs and pushin big
and 4 wheel drives wit' tv screens and mad
got personal trainers to care of my cardio
and Playboy Bunnies to me milk and oreos
a dozen in bikinis and parios
to chill wit' me and my boys at our pool
my make crib yo you know be always rowdy
my Britney, she complainin' but she just jealoues
'cos Jenny Lo across the road gets to wit' us fellas
money makin' money makin' money
Don't wake me up im busy with all these hunnies

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

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 Jenny
sign Joe, chill 112 and sip Henny
this might sound crazy but Imma do a with Jay Z
with Dre on the beats and libs by
and do this video you know like really ill,
**** a Hype Williams now Steven Spielberg
and one thang, I want all rappers in it
north, south, to the west, they all represented
and some R&B dudes too, prolly Usher
so he can do that nose 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 videos
be in Cuba, frontin' with a new pouch bag
wit' the help of James Bond I'll try to Tupac back, what.

3 (Joe Flizzow)
if I had mad loot, I'd fill my storeroom wit Tim
and start my company sellin' see through
negligees and brassieres, heck ''d sell thongs wit peacock
and zebra prints and my product for sigle grandmothers
and tell my agent to get of the president
make an offer refuse for his residence
then renovate the crib jac'causezi
hire Chef Wan to me cheese and macaroni
mad tight security, no papparazzi
gon'take shots of me and my boo my provacy
if not I'll buy an island just off China Sea
escape mad life and let my conscience free
under shady palm trees, jet skis
and sip juice in peaceful harmony
so thats my story and dreams fools dont laugh at me
'cos one day my fantasies might be

(4X)