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 all good though
'cos like everybody else I got a dream to make a yo
now what? You thought we got bank?
you know I'm sleeping in a tent cos I afford the rent
but if I was rich, I'd buy me mad blings
and fat that'll make ya neck hurt and platinum ring rings
just to get the feeling, lets pretend we dealin'
with big and persian silk rugs and pushin big trucks
and 4 wheel drives tv screens and mad audio
got personal to take care of my cardio
and Playboy Bunnies to bring me milk and
a dozen hunnnies in and parios
to chill wit' me and my boys at our pool
my make believe yo you know be always rowdy
my neighbour Britney, she complainin' but she just
'cos Jenny Lo across the road gets to hang wit' us
money makin' money makin' money
Don't wake me up fool im busy all these hunnies

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

2 (Malique)
well if I had a million you know I'd spend buff
so I can get sicillians and go kidnap
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 video you know like really ill, word
**** a Hype Williams now gimme Spielberg
and one thang, I want all rappers in it
north, south, east to the west, they all
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, Rest in Big Pun
now where I'm gon' be at once the videos done
be in Cuba, frontin' with a new pouch bag
wit' the help of James Bond 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, heck ''d sell thongs wit peacock
and zebra prints and market my product for grandmothers
and tell my to get hold of the president
make an cant refuse for his residence
then renovate the crib balconies
hire Wan to make me cheese and macaroni
mad tight security, ain't no
gon'take shots of me and my boo my provacy
if not I'll buy an island off South China Sea
escape mad life and let my conscience free
shady palm trees, Kawasaki jet skis
and sip pineapple juice in harmony
so thats my story and ya'll fools dont laugh at me
'cos one day my fantasies be reality

(4X)