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 12:45 outside the Museum here in Los Angeles,
Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced at 1:15 this morning.
As a result of the feud between East and West coast,
The tragic death of Tupac Shakur who was down in Las Vegas
Just six months earlier, our go out to the families."

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

1 - The Game]
Picture me rollin' in black B-M-dub, headed to the club
out the Tyson fight, Beamer all rimmed up
Shinin' the big homie, five-car caravan
shotgun, put that 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
out the window, flickin' ashes off the indo
Throwin' up Westside, I see, of my kinfolk
Pull that blunt closer to my mouth 'cause only she
I'm feelin' bad about that nigga we out in that casino
But fuck it it's Row - the big homie never told me
That my next blow 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, niggaz let go
The that hit the car was through the passenger do'
Now come it

[Chorus: Williams]
can say goodbye, never 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 (I will always keep you near)

2 - The Game]
I love it when they me Big Popp-a
I only smoke blunts if they roll
Look I gots ta, catch the first thing smokin' in
And hit one of my bitches in the
Gotta call my Sean, tell him reserve the Don
Tell him to get the chron' and the
I they trippin' off the homie gettin' shot
But God his soul, Lord know it wasn't Pop
Or the M.A.F.I.A., Kim Cease get the fuckin' truck
We to hit the Wilshire District, get fucked up
Pop mad bottles, son up the Phillies
I'm thinkin' 'bout T'yanna, these niggaz is silly
If was Blook-lyn I would 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
another car swervin', gunshots 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
IV's in my arm, my Tomica at my legs
(Ruthless), I Records, we got married on my deathbed
I could Jerry Heller in the hall
But I couldn't Cube and Dr. Dre no more at all
all the bullshit them niggaz was my dawgs
Niggaz With Attitude spraypainted on the
I'm flatlinin', it's bad
Straight Outta Compton, the king of gangsta rap's
of death, the AIDS virus
Conspiracy, I guess the just hate violence
They thought my group influenced the L.A.
Woulda been here to see my kids grow, if I stayed
Took twelve years for a nigga to break silence
I had to let 'em know
You could catch me, cruisin' the street in my six-fo'