Luyện nghe bài hát Goodbye

[Chorus: singer + (DMC)]
(And I would never ever say)
Goodbye (Yo yo yo yeah, uhh, yeah.. and I never ever say)
Goodbye (Woo - and I would ever say)
Bye bye (I gotta, I gotta)

Yo yo, who know the game me, who seen it change like me
I'm the MC'n O.G. the N.Y.C.
And I ain't never leave the streets, the ghetto me conscious
And I've been doin it since you rappin cats was still in
But it seems to me these cats are too big for their britches
And barkin up the wrong tree, callin my women bitches
I remember - when we used to in the park
But have changed, now they bustin shots after dark
Now that's a shame - youngsters see me in the streets
Ask me O.G. how you do it it seem like nothin to it
Well I never lost a dream, the hustle's still of me
And never even me, this rap shit didn't father me
I gave to a lot of MC's on this earth
But they're too to recognize the truth and it hurts
What would you do if I goodbye and watched the game crumble
But believe me, they tease me, rap shit needs me

[Chorus some ad libs]

I see you, Lil
you somethin, check it

[Lil
Aiyyo I leave the game, how could I
When there's so to accomplish than bein broke and stuck in the projects
Come through in a green M-3, niggaz
"Damn, how he do a song with DMC?"
Don't worry about it, just know I'm in the now
He was such a cute kid, why he cocaine now
But struggling's past tense, I'm now, bought myself a house
a swimming pool, backyard and a glass fence
There's no for celebration, mind elevation
If you ain't for money what the hell are you chasin?
Go against ICU I'll put barrel to your back
You know who this is, Lil and Darryl Mack
I been a man since I got in the hood, flow so much get jealous
Like I can't stand when he his hood
How you not respect Run-D.M.C.
For bein the first rappers to get handprints in Hollywood
They the respect of a legend, and I'm tryin hard
I can be the rapper in less than a second
I'm takin over the industry, knows us
I'm only 17 but my mind is all up, so whassup

[Chorus - as before]

I would leave the game my people love me too much
Because rap is my baby and I it grow up
Man I'm still here breathin, my seein
That these cats deceivin, so don't believe 'em
They got the to rap about cars and iced out jewels
Man you rented it from Jacob you foolin me or schoolin D
On how to MC, I be the of the litter
I've been in the game many years but still spit a winner
Champ my from the streets in Queens know I'm a hitter
Knockin balls out the park, gettin physically
duck too slow and don't jump too fast
I roll with soldiers who put a foot in your ass
They be the new sensation, the generation
Hollis Queens, Jersey, California situation
If I kiss the game goodbye, I leave
I go and fix some fake MC's, I'm signin out DMC

[Chorus - as before]