Luyện nghe bài hát Never Can Say Goodbye

"93.5 K-DAY, givin' you the taste of life, this your girl Yo-Yo.
I say is it still all good?
Today at 12:45 outside the Museum here in Los Angeles,
Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced dead at this morning.
As a result of the ongoing between East and West coast,
The tragic death of Tupac Shakur who was gunned 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 an icon y'all.
Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed away today at PM,
Cedars Sinai Hospital, due to complications 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 miss you Eazy."

1 - The Game]
Picture me rollin' in that B-M-dub, headed to the club
Fresh out the Tyson fight, Beamer all up
with the big homie, five-car caravan
Ridin' shotgun, put that smoke in the air
"Me Against the World" is I told my foes
So me against the world, till they poke them hoes
Leanin' out the window, flickin' ashes off the
Throwin' up Westside, I see, some of my
that blunt closer to my mouth 'cause 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 Kidada I'm not ready, I 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 wit' it

[Chorus: 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, can say goodbye (To my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (I always keep you near)

[Verse 2 - The
I love it when they me Big Popp-a
I smoke blunts if they roll prop-a
Look I ta, catch the first thing smokin' 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 they off the homie gettin' shot
But God bless his soul, Lord know it 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 twist up the
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 that dark green
Heard car swervin', gunshots close the curtains; Biggie!

[Verse 3 - The
in this hospital bed with bronchitis, I can't talk
Walked in and all of a sudden I can't walk
IV's in my arm, my Tomica at my legs
(Ruthless), I mean Records, we got married on my
I could hear Jerry in the hall
But I couldn't hear Cube and Dr. Dre no at all
Through all the bullshit them 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 virus
Conspiracy, I guess the government hate violence
They thought my group influenced the L.A.
Woulda here to see my kids grow, if I stayed quiet
twelve years for a real nigga to break silence
Eazy I had to let 'em
You could catch me, down the street in my six-fo'