Luyện nghe bài hát Never Can Say Goodbye

"93.5 K-DAY, givin' you the 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 down and pronouced dead at 1:15 this morning.
As a result of the ongoing feud between East and coast,
The tragic of Tupac Shakur who was gunned down 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 today 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 list on.
We definitely gon' you Eazy."

[Verse 1 - The
Picture me rollin' in that black B-M-dub, headed to the
Fresh out the Tyson fight, all rimmed up
with the big homie, five-car caravan
Ridin' shotgun, put that chronic in the air
"Me the World" is what I told my foes
So it's me against the world, they poke them hoes
out the window, flickin' ashes off the indo
Throwin' up Westside, I see, some of my
Pull that blunt to my mouth 'cause only she know
I'm feelin' bad about that nigga we stomped out in casino
But it it's Death Row - the big homie never told 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 out, niggaz let twenty go
The thirteen that hit the car was the passenger do'
Now wit' it

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

[Verse 2 - The
I love it when they me Big Popp-a
I only smoke blunts if they prop-a
Look I gots ta, the first thing smokin' 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 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 truck
We 'bout to hit the District, get fucked up
Pop mad bottles, son up the Phillies
I'm thinkin' T'yanna, these niggaz is lookin' silly
If this was I would 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
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 hear Jerry Heller in the hall
But I couldn't hear Cube and Dr. Dre no at all
Through all the bullshit them was my dawgs
With Attitude spraypainted on the walls
I'm flatlinin', bad timin'
Straight Outta Compton, the king of gangsta dyin'
Cause of death, the virus
Conspiracy, I guess the government hate violence
thought my group influenced the L.A. riots
Woulda been here to see my kids grow, if I stayed
Took twelve years for a real nigga to silence
I had to let 'em know
You could catch me, down the street in my six-fo'