Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, warning or beef
Late night life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
cats and dogs become meat
All is sacred
My body lay
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a taken
Some money Jamaican
High for thuggery on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was for some great man
In a dirty place he lay in a gray
his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
With a rusty Jason
Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of
In mad man hell he laid in
Logical was
Some replacement came through, left small traces
his chest
Left him for
Left him on his breath
Crawling, just to make a (hu hu huh)
In this
Subconsciously gazing the soft of a man
found, amazing!
By the department of
Under lights to the hospital
Hit him with the chest rockers,
Pop him open to keep his heart racing (Clear)

(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
Terror in his
Night the city
is crime
He near died
my wounds not mine
The cries, drama ride
Guns out the window,
Before me now the cries

(U-God)

for months (beep beep)
Deep in coma
you awoke, it was hope
Dry
off tools, being fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and while police on top
Doctors monitor your (heart beating)
Sergeant came in with some zombie ass cops
we have here the chief embraces
In his hands he out two briefcases
A picture up on computer
One woman, one man,
He you do you remember these two faces?
'Mind you you're blind, hung out to dry, victimized
Violated as if you was
the hell
You escape
Police the scene
Scrape the crime
Down to the bone
you lay frail in the enamel
Under you nails in the
You scratched some DNA samples match
The on your clothes are not yours, it was his
Right before you blacked out, that blow
In September, you can't
You ripped his nose
out his nose
Before he took it four times in the
But somehow he
>From the bit of blood you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it back to forensic
Your finger popped up
is where it begins
Your street name was the Saint
Staten Island's your crib was at
Hill project was your outlet
You was a
Or organized
Not by the mafia, this where it get
Your wife hired some to kill you for your ten million dollar will
Money fund
Booby perhaps
Left his for the rats
Now...

(Chorus)
Will you it?
Will you
in your eyes
Night the cries
Payback is
You damn died
Bandaged by wounds not
The city cries, drama
out the window slide
Before me now the cries

(U-God)

One cop's
Was heroic, he exposed
out information
On surveillance where his wife was
tracked her down
Blood on the east side of town
In skyscraper
They had video of her
And some porn star fling, her and the next neighbor
And the killer with the ring
But the police have a case
'Cause the couldn't remember a thing
Not even a
He had to his name
He bit off more than he could
His minded flash backs grew
And to hate
He had to
To ICU
On the day he came through
He the impossible
The slipped out the cuffs
Somehow killed to guards (bang, bang)
their guns
Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the
If police hunting was
He's for justice
Off point
On a male Jamaican
Meanwhile a lookable crook
Is in a for retaliation
A limo across the street from a gas station
He saw his
And the that knifed him
He wanted to him
He was real
A devilish sensation
And the grew to a foul meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, revenge
Bitch that set you up get hers in the end
In the hall of the lobby
Security on
Got gun butted times in the head with the old dusty toast
Now he slipped past the cameras undetected
To the 25th
504
When he rang the (ding dong) sweet voice said
She cracked it open, her I thought you was dead
In a matter of seconds and
The door was hanging off the (crash)
Her met the metal
She Oh my God
Out the back room the with the nose ring
Smashed the nigga in the head with a vase
Shots ricochet like roads
Put the bimbo in
The drapes caught on fire, no alarm
They crashed out the window, but somehow held on
Dangling from a stories high
doubt him
Will he it?
Continued album

(Chorus)
Will he it?
he survive?
Terror in his
Night the city
Payback is
He damn died
by wounds not mine
The city cries, ride
Guns out the slide...

Golden Arm is as good as his says
his bare hands he stood all of us off
And if he had weapons...

Golden Arm never uses
Says he doesn't need
He says using his arms is the best
And he's right
beaten him yet
Just using his arms he beat us all
We had no
He had us