Luyện nghe bài hát Never Can Say Goodbye

"93.5 K-DAY, you the taste of good 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 and pronouced dead at 1:15 this morning.
As a result of the ongoing feud between 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 coast; we lost an icon y'all.
Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed away at 6:45 PM,
Cedars Sinai Hospital, due to from 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."

1 - The Game]
Picture me rollin' in that B-M-dub, headed to the club
out the Tyson fight, Beamer all rimmed up
Shinin' with the big homie, five-car
Ridin' shotgun, put chronic smoke in the air
"Me Against the World" is I told my foes
So it's me against the world, till they 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 fuck it it's Death Row - the big homie told me
That my blow could be my fuckin' death blow
Tell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't let my momma know
I ain't got no kids, I'm twenty-fo'
Before I can let the out, niggaz let twenty go
The thirteen hit the car was through the passenger do'
Now wit' it

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

[Verse 2 - The
I it when they call me Big Popp-a
I only smoke blunts if roll prop-a
Look I gots ta, catch the thing smokin' in Cali'
And hit one of my in the Valley
call my nigga Sean, tell him reserve the Don
Tell him to get the and the Teflon
I think they trippin' off the gettin' shot
But God bless his soul, Lord it wasn't Pop
Or the M.A.F.I.A., Kim tell Cease get the truck
We to hit the Wilshire 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 fuck it we to the truck, the dutch, we out of Phillies
Hop in the front seat, of that dark Suburban
another car swervin', gunshots close the curtains; Biggie!

[Verse 3 - The
Layin' in this hospital bed with bronchitis, I 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 on my deathbed
I could hear Jerry Heller in the
But I couldn't hear and Dr. Dre no more at all
Through all the them niggaz was my dawgs
With Attitude spraypainted on the walls
I'm flatlinin', it's bad
Straight Compton, the king of gangsta rap's dyin'
of death, the AIDS virus
Conspiracy, I guess the government hate violence
thought my group influenced the L.A. riots
Woulda here to see my kids grow, if I stayed quiet
Took 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'