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 still all
at 12:45 outside the Petersen Museum here in Los Angeles,
Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced dead at 1:15 morning.
As a result of the ongoing feud between and West coast,
The death of Tupac Shakur who was gunned down in Las Vegas
Just six months earlier, our go out to the families."

"Westside Radio, G.
A sad day today for the West we lost an icon y'all.
Eric Wright, passed away today at 6:45 PM,
Cedars Sinai Hospital, due to complications AIDS.
A definite West coast legend, you N.W.A.,
you Michel'le, brought you D.O.C., and the list goes on.
We definitely miss you Eazy."

[Verse 1 - The
Picture me rollin' in that black B-M-dub, headed to the
Fresh out the Tyson fight, Beamer all up
Shinin' with the big homie, caravan
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
out the window, flickin' ashes off the indo
Throwin' up Westside, I see, of my kinfolk
Pull that blunt closer to my mouth only she know
I'm feelin' bad about that nigga we stomped out in that
But fuck it it's Death Row - the big homie told me
That my next blow 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 hit the car was through the passenger do'
Now wit' it

Latoya Williams]
Never can say goodbye, never can say (To my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say (To my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say (To my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (I will keep you near)

[Verse 2 - The
I love it when they call me Big
I only blunts if they roll prop-a
Look I gots ta, catch the first thing smokin' in
And hit one of my bitches in the
Gotta my nigga Sean, tell him reserve the Don
Tell him to get the chron' and the
I think they trippin' off the homie gettin'
But God his soul, Lord 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 twist up the
I'm 'bout T'yanna, these niggaz is lookin' 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 that dark green
Heard another car swervin', gunshots close the 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 mean Records, we got on my deathbed
I could Jerry Heller in the hall
But I couldn't Cube and Dr. Dre no more at all
Through all the bullshit them niggaz was my
Niggaz With Attitude on the walls
I'm flatlinin', bad timin'
Straight Outta Compton, the king of rap's dyin'
Cause of death, the AIDS
Conspiracy, I guess the government hate violence
thought my group influenced the L.A. riots
Woulda been to see my kids grow, if I stayed quiet
Took twelve for a real nigga to break silence
I had to let 'em know
You could catch me, cruisin' the street in my six-fo'