Luyện nghe bài hát Never Can Say Goodbye

"93.5 K-DAY, givin' you the taste of good life, your girl Yo-Yo.
Should I say is it all good?
at 12:45 outside the Petersen Museum here in Los Angeles,
Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced dead at 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 coast; we lost an icon y'all.
Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed today at 6:45 PM,
Sinai Hospital, due to complications from AIDS.
A definite coast legend, brought 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 black B-M-dub, headed to the
Fresh out the fight, Beamer all rimmed up
Shinin' with the big homie, caravan
Ridin' shotgun, put that smoke in the air
"Me Against the World" is what I told my
So it's me against the world, till they poke them
Leanin' out the window, ashes off the indo
up Westside, I see, some of my kinfolk
Pull that blunt closer to my mouth 'cause only she
I'm feelin' bad about that nigga we out in that casino
But it it's Death Row - the big homie never told me
That my next blow be my fuckin' death blow
Tell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my know
I got no kids, I'm only twenty-fo'
Before I can let the smoke out, let twenty go
The thirteen hit the car was through the passenger do'
Now wit' it

Latoya Williams]
Never can say goodbye, 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, never can say goodbye (I 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 bitches in the
call my nigga Sean, tell him reserve the Don
Tell him to get the and the Teflon
I think trippin' off the homie gettin' shot
But God bless his soul, Lord it wasn't Pop
Or the M.A.F.I.A., Kim tell get the fuckin' truck
We 'bout to hit the Wilshire District, get up
Pop mad bottles, son twist up the
I'm 'bout T'yanna, these niggaz is lookin' silly
If this was Blook-lyn I would up the
But fuck it we to the truck, roll the dutch, we out of
Hop in the front seat, of that dark green
another 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 I can't walk
in my arm, my wife 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 Cube and Dr. Dre no at all
Through all the bullshit niggaz was my dawgs
Niggaz With spraypainted on the walls
I'm flatlinin', bad timin'
Straight Outta Compton, the king of gangsta rap's
Cause of death, the AIDS
Conspiracy, I guess the government just hate
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
I had to let 'em know
You could me, cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'