Luyện nghe bài hát Never Can Say Goodbye

"93.5 K-DAY, givin' you the taste of good life, this your Yo-Yo.
Should I say is it still all
Today at 12:45 the Petersen Museum here in Los Angeles,
B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced dead at 1:15 this morning.
As a result of the ongoing feud between East and coast,
The tragic death of Shakur who was gunned down in Las Vegas
Just six 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, away today at 6:45 PM,
Sinai Hospital, due to complications from AIDS.
A West coast legend, brought you N.W.A.,
you Michel'le, brought you D.O.C., and the list goes on.
We gon' miss you Eazy."

1 - The Game]
Picture me in that black B-M-dub, headed to the club
Fresh out the fight, Beamer all rimmed up
Shinin' the big homie, five-car caravan
Ridin' shotgun, put that smoke in the air
"Me Against the World" is I told my foes
So it's me against the world, till they poke them
Leanin' out the window, flickin' ashes off the
up Westside, I see, some of my kinfolk
Pull that blunt closer to my 'cause only she know
I'm bad about that nigga 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 Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't let my momma know
I got no kids, I'm only twenty-fo'
Before I can let the smoke out, niggaz let go
The thirteen hit the car was through the passenger do'
Now wit' it

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

[Verse 2 - The
I love it they call 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 in the Valley
Gotta call my nigga Sean, tell him the Don
Tell him to get the and the Teflon
I they trippin' off the homie gettin' shot
But God bless his soul, Lord know it Pop
Or the M.A.F.I.A., Kim tell Cease get the fuckin'
We 'bout to hit the District, get fucked up
Pop mad bottles, son twist up the
I'm thinkin' 'bout T'yanna, these is lookin' 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
Layin' in this hospital bed with bronchitis, I 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 on my deathbed
I could Jerry Heller in the hall
But I couldn't Cube and Dr. Dre no more at all
Through all the bullshit niggaz was my dawgs
With Attitude spraypainted on the walls
I'm flatlinin', it's bad
Outta Compton, the king of gangsta rap's dyin'
Cause of death, the AIDS
Conspiracy, I the government just hate violence
They thought my influenced the L.A. riots
Woulda been here to see my kids grow, if I 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'