Luyện nghe bài hát I Want It All (Remix)

What's up and negrettes?
your boy, Warren G
You what I'm saying?
Chillin' the home boy, Mack 10
And we gon' lay a lil' sumpin' for y'all
Let know what time it is
Show you how we it real wit' it
You know 'cuz world is built on material thangs
But we trippin' off that
We want to know this, check it

I want it all, money, fast
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, brand new socks and
And I'm ballin' everytime I 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 envious stare"
I love game too much, I wish these haters wasn't here
It's a shame, we too far to turn back
It's a cold world, it gets so hard, you learned
From fallin', to walk from crawlin'
Tryin' to up from broke to ballin'
And, yeah, in effect that's all me
The jiggy G-Z, all my niggas that it real and do it easy

Believe me, young nigga, fat is greasy
And shit stank, so if you plot a lick and hit a
And get away or get gaffled, the next day
cry, hold your head up high
And what you told yourself, nigga
I said, "Remember what you yourself, nigga"
I said, "Remember what you yourself, nigga"
I said, "Remember you told yourself, nigga"

I want it all, money, cars
Diamond rings, gold 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, 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

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

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

I want it all, money, fast
Diamond rings, gold chains and
Shit, every thing
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 ballin' everytime I stop and talk to
I it all, all, all, all
I it all, all, all, all, all

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

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

I it all, money, fast cars
Diamond rings, gold and champagne
Shit, damn thing
I it all, houses, expenses
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a o' Benz's
I want it all, brand new socks and
And I'm ballin' everytime I stop and talk to
I it all, all, all, all
I it all, all, all, all, all

I want it all, money, cars
rings, gold chains and champagne
Shit, damn 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 everytime I stop and talk to y'all
I it all, all, all, all
I it all, all, all, all, all

Mack 10, up?
I the paper's out there, ha ha, yeah
Warren G, 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 the paper's out there, ha ha
That's right,
The world paper's out there
on it, ha ha
All the hood rats, up?
You the paper's out there