Luyện nghe bài hát I Want It All

What's up negros and
It's boy, Warren G
You know I'm saying?
with the home boy, Mack 10
And we lay a lil' sumpin' down for y'all
Let y'all know what it is
Show you how we keepin' it real it
You know this world is built on material thangs
But we ain't off that
We want y'all to this, check it

I want it all, money, cars
Diamond rings, chains and champagne
Shit, every damn
I it all, houses, expenses
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a o' Benz's
I want it all, brand new and drawls
And I'm everytime I stop and talk to y'all
I it all, all, all, all
I it all, all, all, all, all

They say, "There go, Warren G with that stare"
I love game too much, I wish these haters wasn't here
It's a shame, we came too far to turn
It's a cold world, it gets so hard, you learned
fallin', tryin' to walk from crawlin'
Tryin' to hustle up broke to ballin'
And, yeah, in effect that's all me
The jiggy G-Z, all my niggas that keep it real and do it

Believe me, nigga, fat meat is greasy
And stank, so if you plot a lick and hit a bank
And get away or get gaffled, the next day
Don't cry, your head up high
And remember you told yourself, nigga
I said, "Remember you told yourself, nigga"
I said, "Remember you told yourself, nigga"
I said, "Remember what you yourself, nigga"

I want it all, money, cars
Diamond rings, gold and champagne
Shit, damn thing
I want it all, houses,
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o'
I want it all, brand new and drawls
And I'm everytime I stop and talk to y'all
I it all, all, all, all
I it all, all, all, all, all

I want it all, so I got to up and ball
And thanks to y'all, I got on the wall
Mack 10 laced the know-how to paper chase
Crushed ice, throw my Rollie face in the fan base
From net and hustlin', no doubt, I got clout
And the lifestyle that Robin Leach talkin' about
Slow down player, hate 'cuz you can't relate
The Coupes and kickin' gears on Harley's with the straights

I got limelight than Vegas on cable
Will it enable to shoot C-Note, "Yo's" at the table
And while you get off the ground, I'm getting high
A nigga fly and fly with the desire to build an
I strapped up and took like a missle
Told them loud and clear as a whistle 'Hoo Bangin' is
Handing out medallions at roll-call
I'ma ball and never fall 'cuz 10 want it all, what?

I want it all, money, cars
rings, gold chains and champagne
Shit, every thing
I want it all, houses,
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a o' Benz's
I it all, brand new socks and drawls
And I'm ballin' I stop and talk to y'all
I it all, all, all, all
I it all, all, all, all, all

Me and 10 get paid escapade to the
We hot like served on hot blocks
I notice money make the circulate
So we stack and stack and take a sip and peculate
Bump, let the woofers sub, show the love
to the G, and Little G-Dub
Surface on the low, slide or don't at all
Ride or ride at all

Warren, I couldn't be more serious about my
I stay tight on the mic and keep the pen steady
I it all, dog, and it might be greed
I hate to trip, but I got two mouths to feed
don't know nuttin' about no excuses and disrespect
Or somebody bein' jank with Daddy's royalty check
And at that point, I'm talkin', dog, enough said
So, if you owe Mack money, then I suggest you bread

I it all, money, fast cars
Diamond rings, chains and champagne
Shit, every thing
I it all, houses, expenses
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o'
I want it all, new socks and drawls
And I'm ballin' everytime I and talk to y'all
I it all, all, all, all
I it all, all, all, all, all

I it all, money, fast cars
Diamond rings, gold and champagne
Shit, every thing
I it all, houses, expenses
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o'
I it all, brand new socks and drawls
And I'm everytime I stop and talk to y'all
I it all, all, all, all
I it all, all, all, all, all

10, what up?
I know the paper's out there, ha ha,
G, what up?
You know the paper's out there, ha ha,
G Funk, up?
You the paper's out there, ha ha
That's right,

Hoo Bangin', up?
We know the out there, ha ha
right, what?
The whole world out there
on it, ha ha
All the hood rats, up?
You the paper's out there