Luyện nghe bài hát Never Can Say Goodbye

"93.5 K-DAY, givin' you the taste of life, this your girl Yo-Yo.
Should I say is it still all
Today at 12:45 outside the Petersen Museum in Los Angeles,
Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced dead at 1:15 morning.
As a result of the ongoing between East and West coast,
The death of Tupac Shakur who was gunned down in Las Vegas
six months earlier, our prayers go out to the families."

"Westside Radio, G.
A sad day today for the West coast; we an icon y'all.
Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed today at 6:45 PM,
Cedars Sinai Hospital, due to from AIDS.
A West coast legend, brought you N.W.A.,
brought you Michel'le, brought you D.O.C., and the list on.
We definitely gon' you Eazy."

[Verse 1 - The
Picture me rollin' in that B-M-dub, headed to the club
Fresh out the fight, Beamer all rimmed up
Shinin' the big homie, five-car caravan
Ridin' shotgun, put that chronic in the air
"Me Against the World" is I told my foes
So me against the world, till they poke them hoes
Leanin' out the window, flickin' off the indo
Throwin' up Westside, I see, of my kinfolk
that blunt closer to my mouth 'cause only she know
I'm feelin' bad that nigga we stomped out in that casino
But fuck it it's Death Row - the big homie told me
That my blow could be my fuckin' death blow
Tell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma
I ain't got no kids, I'm only
Before I can let the out, niggaz let twenty go
The thirteen hit the car was through the passenger do'
Now come it

[Chorus: Williams]
Never can say goodbye, never can say (To my friends)
can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (To my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say (To my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (I will always you near)

[Verse 2 - The
I it when they call me Big Popp-a
I smoke blunts if they roll prop-a
Look I gots ta, the first thing smokin' in Cali'
And hit one of my bitches in the
Gotta call my nigga Sean, him reserve the Don
Tell him to get the chron' and the
I think they off the homie gettin' shot
But God bless his soul, Lord know it Pop
Or the M.A.F.I.A., Kim tell get the fuckin' truck
We 'bout to hit the Wilshire District, get up
Pop mad bottles, son twist up the
I'm 'bout T'yanna, these niggaz is lookin' silly
If this was Blook-lyn I up the 9-milli
But fuck it we to the truck, roll the dutch, we out of
Hop in the front seat, of dark green Suburban
Heard another car swervin', close the curtains; Biggie!

[Verse 3 - The
in this hospital bed with bronchitis, I can't talk
Walked myself in and all of a sudden I walk
in my arm, my wife Tomica at my legs
(Ruthless), I Records, we got married on my deathbed
I could hear Heller in the hall
But I couldn't hear and Dr. Dre no more at all
Through all the bullshit niggaz was my dawgs
With Attitude spraypainted on the walls
I'm flatlinin', bad timin'
Straight Outta Compton, the king of gangsta dyin'
Cause of death, the virus
Conspiracy, I guess the government hate violence
They thought my influenced the L.A. riots
Woulda been here to see my grow, if I stayed quiet
Took twelve years for a nigga to break silence
Eazy I had to let 'em
You could me, cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'