Luyện nghe bài hát Never Can Say Goodbye

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

1 - The Game]
Picture me rollin' in that black B-M-dub, to the club
Fresh out the Tyson fight, Beamer all up
Shinin' the big homie, five-car caravan
Ridin' shotgun, put chronic smoke in the air
"Me the World" is what I told my foes
So it's me against the world, till poke them hoes
Leanin' out the window, flickin' ashes off the
up Westside, I see, some of my kinfolk
Pull that blunt closer to my mouth 'cause only she
I'm feelin' bad about that we stomped out in that casino
But fuck it it's Death Row - the big homie never me
That my next could be my fuckin' death blow
Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma know
I got no kids, I'm only twenty-fo'
Before I can let the smoke out, let twenty go
The thirteen that hit the car was through the do'
Now wit' it

Latoya Williams]
Never can say goodbye, 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 goodbye (I will always you near)

2 - The Game]
I love it when call me Big Popp-a
I only smoke blunts if roll prop-a
Look I gots ta, catch the first thing in Cali'
And hit one of my bitches in the
call my nigga Sean, tell him reserve the Don
Tell him to get the chron' and the
I think they trippin' off the 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 District, get fucked up
Pop mad bottles, son up the Phillies
I'm thinkin' 'bout T'yanna, niggaz is lookin' silly
If this was Blook-lyn I 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 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 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 bullshit them was my dawgs
Niggaz With Attitude spraypainted on the
I'm flatlinin', it's bad
Straight Outta Compton, the king of rap's dyin'
Cause of death, the AIDS
Conspiracy, I guess the government hate violence
They thought my group the L.A. riots
Woulda been to see my kids grow, if I stayed quiet
Took twelve for a real nigga to break silence
Eazy I had to let 'em
You could me, cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'