Luyện nghe bài hát Illion

1 (Joe Flizzow)
yo more to life than just credit cards and money
now why we ballers sweatin' chasin hunnies?
you know it's funny but it's all good
'cos like everybody I got a dream to make 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 hurt and platinum rings
to get the feeling, nows lets pretend we dealin'
with big bucks and persian rugs and pushin big trucks
and 4 wheel wit' tv screens and mad audio
got personal trainers to take of my cardio
and Bunnies 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 rowdy
my neighbour Britney, she complainin' but she jealoues
Jenny Lo across the road gets to hang wit' us fellas
Makin' money makin' money makin'
Don't wake me up fool im busy 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 million you I'd spend buff fees
so I can get sicillians and go puffy
haha, Bad Boy and merry Jenny
Joe, chill with 112 and sip Henny
this might sound but Imma do a song with Jay Z
Dre on the beats and libs by Slimshady
and do this video you like really ill, word
**** a Hype Williams now 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 nose 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 help of James I'll try to bring Tupac back, what.

3 (Joe Flizzow)
if I had mad loot, I'd fill my wit Tim Boots
and start my clothing company sellin' see
negligees and brassieres, heck ''d thongs wit peacock feathers
and zebra prints and market my product for sigle
and my agent to get hold of the president
make an cant refuse for his residence
then the crib jac'causezi balconies
hire Chef Wan to me cheese and macaroni
mad tight security, ain't no
gon'take of me and my boo invade my provacy
if not I'll buy an island just off China Sea
escape mad city life and let my free
under shady palm trees, Kawasaki jet
and sip pineapple juice in harmony
so my story and dreams ya'll fools dont laugh at me
'cos one day my fantasies be reality

(4X)