Luyện nghe bài hát Never Can Say Goodbye

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

"Westside Radio, G.
A sad day for the West coast; we lost an icon y'all.
Eric Wright, passed away today at 6:45 PM,
Cedars Hospital, due to complications from AIDS.
A definite 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 rollin' in that black B-M-dub, 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 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, some of my
Pull that blunt closer to my 'cause only she know
I'm feelin' bad about that we stomped out in that casino
But it it's Death Row - the big homie never told me
That my next blow could be my fuckin' death
Tell I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma know
I ain't got no kids, I'm only
I can let the smoke out, niggaz let twenty go
The thirteen that hit the car was through the do'
Now come it

[Chorus: Latoya
Never can say goodbye, never can say (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 goodbye (I will always you near)

2 - The Game]
I it when they call me Big Popp-a
I only smoke blunts if they prop-a
Look I gots ta, catch the thing smokin' in Cali'
And hit one of my bitches in the
Gotta call my nigga Sean, him reserve the Don
him to get the chron' and the Teflon
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 Wilshire District, get up
Pop mad bottles, son up the Phillies
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 dark green Suburban
Heard another car swervin', gunshots close the Biggie!

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