Luyện nghe bài hát I Want It All (Remix)

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

I want it all, money, fast
rings, gold chains and champagne
Shit, damn thing
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 and talk to y'all
I it all, all, all, all
I it all, all, all, all, all

say, "There go, Warren G with 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 that
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 keep it and do it easy

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

I it all, money, fast cars
rings, gold chains and champagne
Shit, every damn
I it all, houses, expenses
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a o' Benz's
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 wake up and
And thanks to y'all, I got plaques on the
Mack 10 laced the know-how to paper chase
Crushed ice, throw my Rollie in the platinum fan base
From net and hustlin', no doubt, I got clout
And live the lifestyle that Robin talkin' about
down player, don't hate 'cuz you can't relate
The Bently Coupes and gears 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 getting
A nigga fly and fly with the to build an empire
I strapped up and took like a missle
Told loud and clear as a whistle 'Hoo Bangin' is official
Handing out gold medallions at
I'ma ball and never fall 'cuz Mack 10 want it all,

I want it all, money, cars
Diamond rings, gold chains and
Shit, every damn
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 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 escapade to the spot
We hot like served on hot blocks
I notice make the world circulate
So we gon' stack and stack and a sip and peculate
Bump, let the woofers sub, show the homies
to the G, and Little G-Dub
Surface on the low, or don't slide at all
or don't ride at all

Warren, I couldn't be more serious my 'fetti
I tight on the mic and keep 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 nuttin' about no excuses and disrespect
Or somebody jank with they Daddy's royalty check
And at that point, I'm talkin', dog, enough said
So, if you owe Mack money, then I you break bread

I it all, money, fast cars
Diamond rings, gold and champagne
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 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, fast
Diamond rings, 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

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

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