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 all good?
at 12:45 outside the Petersen Museum here 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
Just six months earlier, our go out to the families."

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

[Verse 1 - The
Picture me rollin' in that black B-M-dub, headed to the
out the Tyson fight, Beamer all rimmed up
Shinin' with the big homie, caravan
Ridin' shotgun, put chronic smoke in the air
"Me the World" is what I told my foes
So it's me against the world, they poke them hoes
Leanin' out the window, flickin' ashes off the
Throwin' up Westside, I see, some of my
Pull that blunt closer to my mouth only she know
I'm feelin' bad about nigga we stomped out in that casino
But fuck it it's Death Row - the big homie never me
That my next blow could be my fuckin' blow
Tell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my know
I ain't got no kids, I'm only
Before I can let the smoke out, let twenty go
The that 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, never can say (To my friends)
can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (To my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say (I will always keep you near)

2 - The Game]
I love it when they call me Big
I only smoke blunts if they prop-a
Look I gots ta, catch the first thing in Cali'
And hit one of my in the Valley
Gotta call my nigga Sean, him reserve the Don
him to get the chron' and the Teflon
I think trippin' off the homie gettin' shot
But God bless his soul, Lord it wasn't Pop
Or the M.A.F.I.A., Kim tell Cease get the truck
We 'bout to hit the District, get fucked up
Pop mad bottles, son up the Phillies
I'm thinkin' 'bout T'yanna, these niggaz is silly
If this was Blook-lyn I would up the
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', gunshots close the Biggie!

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