Luyện nghe bài hát Never Can Say Goodbye

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

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

[Verse 1 - The
Picture me in that black B-M-dub, headed to the club
Fresh out the Tyson fight, all rimmed up
Shinin' with the big homie, caravan
Ridin' shotgun, put chronic smoke in the air
"Me Against the World" is what I my foes
So it's me against the world, till 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 about that nigga we stomped out in that
But fuck it it's Death Row - the big homie told me
That my next blow could be my fuckin' blow
Tell I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma know
I ain't got no kids, I'm only
Before I can let the smoke out, niggaz let go
The thirteen hit the car was through the passenger do'
Now wit' it

Latoya Williams]
Never can say goodbye, can say goodbye (To my friends)
Never can say goodbye, 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)

2 - The Game]
I it when they call me Big Popp-a
I only smoke blunts if they roll
Look I gots ta, catch the thing smokin' in Cali'
And hit one of my bitches in the
Gotta call my nigga Sean, tell him the Don
Tell him to get the and the Teflon
I think trippin' 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 thinkin' 'bout T'yanna, these niggaz is silly
If was Blook-lyn I would up the 9-milli
But it we to the truck, roll the dutch, we out of Phillies
Hop in the seat, of that 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 can't
in my arm, my wife Tomica at my legs
(Ruthless), I mean Records, we got on my deathbed
I could hear Heller in the hall
But I hear Cube and Dr. Dre no more at all
Through all the bullshit niggaz was my dawgs
Niggaz With Attitude spraypainted on the
I'm flatlinin', bad timin'
Straight Outta Compton, the of gangsta rap's dyin'
Cause of death, the AIDS
Conspiracy, I the government just hate violence
They thought my group influenced the L.A.
Woulda been here to see my grow, if I stayed quiet
twelve years for a real nigga to break silence
Eazy I had to let 'em
You could catch me, cruisin' down the in my six-fo'