Luyện nghe bài hát I Want It All (Remix)

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

I want it all, money, cars
Diamond rings, gold chains and
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 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
a shame, we came too far to turn back
It's a cold world, it gets so hard, you that
From fallin', tryin' to walk crawlin'
Tryin' to hustle up broke to ballin'
And, yeah, in effect that's all me
The G-Z, all my niggas that keep it real and do it easy

Believe me, young nigga, fat is greasy
And shit stank, so if you a lick and hit a bank
And get or get gaffled, the very next day
Don't cry, hold head up high
And remember what you told yourself,
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, fast
Diamond rings, gold chains and
Shit, damn thing
I want it all, houses,
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o'
I it all, brand 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 want it all, so I got to up and ball
And thanks to y'all, I got on the wall
10 laced with the know-how to paper chase
Crushed ice, throw my Rollie in the platinum fan base
From net workin' and hustlin', no doubt, I got
And the lifestyle that Robin Leach talkin' about
down player, don't hate 'cuz you can't relate
The Bently Coupes and kickin' gears on Harley's with the

I got more limelight Vegas on cable
it enable to shoot 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 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 ball and never fall 'cuz Mack 10 want it all,

I want it all, money, fast
rings, gold 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, 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

Me and 10 get escapade to the spot
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 woofers sub, the homies love
Warren to the G, and Little
Surface on the low, or don't slide at all
Ride or don't at all

Warren, I be more serious about my 'fetti
I tight on the mic and keep the pen movin' steady
I want it all, dog, and it might be
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 they Daddy's royalty
And at that point, I'm through talkin', dog, enough
So, if you owe Mack money, then I suggest you break

I it all, money, fast cars
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' I stop and talk to y'all
I it all, all, all, all
I it all, all, all, all, all

I want it all, money, cars
Diamond rings, gold chains and
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 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 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
That's right,
The whole paper's out there
on it, ha ha
All the hood rats, up?
You the paper's out there