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

"Westside Radio, G.
A sad day today for the West we lost an icon y'all.
Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed away at 6:45 PM,
Cedars Sinai Hospital, due to complications AIDS.
A definite West coast legend, 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 rollin' in that B-M-dub, headed to the club
Fresh out the Tyson fight, Beamer all up
Shinin' with the big homie, five-car
shotgun, put that chronic smoke in the air
"Me Against the World" is what I my foes
So it's me the world, till they poke them hoes
Leanin' out the window, flickin' ashes off the
Throwin' up Westside, I see, of my kinfolk
that blunt closer to my mouth 'cause only she know
I'm feelin' bad about that nigga we stomped out in that
But fuck it Death Row - the big homie never told me
That my next blow could be my fuckin' death
Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma know
I got no kids, I'm only twenty-fo'
I can let the smoke out, niggaz let twenty go
The thirteen hit the car was through the passenger 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, never can say (To my friends)
can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (I will always keep you near)

[Verse 2 - The
I it when they call me Big Popp-a
I only smoke if they roll prop-a
I gots 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
him to get the chron' and the Teflon
I think they trippin' off the homie gettin'
But God bless his soul, know it wasn't Pop
Or the M.A.F.I.A., Kim tell Cease get the truck
We 'bout to hit the Wilshire District, get up
Pop mad bottles, son up the Phillies
I'm thinkin' 'bout T'yanna, these is lookin' silly
If was Blook-lyn I would up the 9-milli
But it we to the truck, roll the dutch, we out of Phillies
Hop in the front seat, of that dark green
Heard another car swervin', gunshots close the Biggie!

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