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
Today at outside the Petersen Museum here in Los Angeles,
Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced at 1:15 this morning.
As a result of the feud between East and West 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 lost an y'all.
Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed away at 6:45 PM,
Cedars Hospital, due to complications from AIDS.
A West coast legend, brought you N.W.A.,
brought you Michel'le, brought you D.O.C., and the goes on.
We definitely gon' you Eazy."

[Verse 1 - The
me rollin' in that black B-M-dub, headed to the club
Fresh out the Tyson fight, 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 them hoes
out the window, flickin' ashes off the indo
Throwin' up Westside, I see, of my kinfolk
that blunt closer to my mouth 'cause only she know
I'm bad about that nigga we stomped out in that casino
But fuck it it's Row - the big homie never told me
That my next blow could be my death blow
Tell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my know
I ain't got no kids, I'm twenty-fo'
Before I can let the smoke out, let twenty go
The thirteen hit the car was through the passenger do'
Now come it

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

2 - The Game]
I love it when they call me Big
I smoke blunts 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 they trippin' off the homie gettin' shot
But God bless his soul, know it wasn't Pop
Or the M.A.F.I.A., Kim tell Cease get the fuckin'
We to hit the Wilshire District, get fucked up
Pop mad bottles, son up the Phillies
I'm thinkin' 'bout T'yanna, these niggaz is 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 dark green Suburban
Heard another car swervin', gunshots the curtains; 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 wife at my legs
(Ruthless), I Records, we got married on my deathbed
I could hear Heller in the hall
But I couldn't hear and Dr. Dre no more at all
Through all the bullshit them was my dawgs
Niggaz With Attitude on the walls
I'm flatlinin', it's bad
Straight Outta Compton, the king of rap's dyin'
Cause of death, the virus
Conspiracy, I guess the government hate violence
They my group influenced the L.A. riots
been here to see my kids grow, if I stayed quiet
Took twelve years for a real to break silence
I had to let 'em know
You could me, cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'