Luyện nghe bài hát Never Can Say Goodbye

"93.5 K-DAY, givin' you the taste of good life, 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 down and pronouced dead at 1:15 morning.
As a of the ongoing feud between East and West coast,
The tragic death of 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.
'Eazy-E' Wright, passed away today at 6:45 PM,
Cedars Sinai Hospital, due to from AIDS.
A definite West 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
Picture me rollin' in black B-M-dub, headed to the club
Fresh out the fight, Beamer all rimmed up
with 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
Leanin' out the window, ashes off the indo
Throwin' up Westside, I see, of my kinfolk
Pull that blunt closer to my mouth 'cause she know
I'm feelin' bad that nigga we stomped out in that casino
But fuck it it's Death Row - the big homie 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 ain't got no kids, I'm twenty-fo'
I can let the smoke out, niggaz 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)

2 - The Game]
I love it when they call me Big
I only smoke blunts if they prop-a
Look I gots ta, the first 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 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 Cease get the fuckin' truck
We to hit the Wilshire District, get fucked up
Pop mad bottles, son twist up the
I'm thinkin' 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 sudden I can't
IV's in my arm, my Tomica at my legs
(Ruthless), I mean Records, we got on my deathbed
I could hear Heller in the hall
But I hear Cube and Dr. Dre no more at all
Through all the bullshit niggaz was my dawgs
Niggaz With spraypainted on the walls
I'm flatlinin', it's bad
Outta Compton, the king of gangsta rap's dyin'
Cause of death, the AIDS
Conspiracy, I guess the government hate violence
They thought my influenced the L.A. riots
Woulda been here to see my grow, if I stayed quiet
twelve years for a real nigga to break silence
Eazy I had to let 'em
You could catch me, cruisin' down the street in my