Luyện nghe bài hát I Want It All (Remix)

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

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 couple o'
I want it all, new socks and drawls
And I'm ballin' everytime I stop and to y'all
I it all, all, all, all
I it all, all, all, all, all

They say, "There go, Warren G that envious stare"
I love this game too much, I wish these haters here
It's a shame, we came too far to turn
It's a cold world, it gets so hard, you learned
From fallin', tryin' to walk crawlin'
to hustle up from broke to ballin'
And, yeah, y'all in that's all me
The G-Z, all my niggas that keep it real and do it easy

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

I it all, money, fast cars
Diamond rings, gold chains and
Shit, every damn
I want it all, houses,
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a o' Benz's
I want it all, 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

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

I got more limelight Vegas on cable
Will it enable to C-Note, "Yo's" at the crap table
And while you can't get off the ground, I'm high
A nigga fly and fly the desire to build an empire
I strapped up and flight like a missle
Told them loud and clear as a whistle Bangin' is official
Handing out gold medallions at
I'ma ball and never fall 'cuz 10 want it all, what?

I want it all, money, cars
Diamond rings, chains and champagne
Shit, damn 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 stop and 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
Warren to the G, and G-Dub
Surface on the low, slide or don't at all
Ride or don't at all

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

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

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

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

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