Luyện nghe bài hát Never Can Say Goodbye

"93.5 K-DAY, givin' you the taste of good life, your girl Yo-Yo.
Should I say is it all good?
Today at outside the Petersen Museum here in Los Angeles,
Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down and dead at 1:15 this morning.
As a result of the ongoing between East and West coast,
The tragic death of Tupac Shakur who was 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 lost an y'all.
Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, away today at 6:45 PM,
Cedars Sinai Hospital, due to from AIDS.
A definite West legend, brought you N.W.A.,
brought you Michel'le, brought you D.O.C., and the goes on.
We gon' miss 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, five-car
Ridin' shotgun, put that smoke in the air
"Me Against the World" is I told my foes
So it's me the world, till they poke them hoes
Leanin' out the window, flickin' off the indo
up Westside, I see, some of my kinfolk
Pull that blunt closer to my mouth only she know
I'm feelin' bad about that we stomped out in that casino
But fuck it it's Death Row - the big homie never me
my next blow could be my fuckin' death 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, let twenty go
The thirteen that hit the car was through the do'
Now wit' it

Latoya Williams]
Never can say goodbye, never can say (To my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say (To my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say (To my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (I will keep you near)

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

[Verse 3 - The
Layin' in this hospital bed bronchitis, I can't talk
Walked myself in and all of a I can't walk
IV's in my arm, my wife at my legs
(Ruthless), I mean Records, we got married on my
I hear Jerry Heller in the hall
But I couldn't hear Cube and Dr. Dre no at all
Through all the bullshit niggaz was my dawgs
Niggaz With Attitude on the walls
I'm flatlinin', it's bad
Straight Outta Compton, the king of gangsta rap's
Cause of death, the virus
Conspiracy, I guess the government just hate
They my group influenced the L.A. riots
Woulda been here to see my grow, if I stayed quiet
Took years for a real nigga to break silence
I had to let 'em know
You could catch me, down the street in my six-fo'