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
wit' cats and dogs meat
All that is
My lay naked
Aching for weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken
Some making Jamaican
for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was mistaken for great man
In a dirty he lay in a gray basement
his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
With a long Jason
Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster of garbage
In mad man hell he laid in
Logical was
Some replacement killer came through, left small
Engraved his
Left him for
Left him on his breath
Crawling, just to make a (hu hu huh)
In this
Subconsciously the soft shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the of sanitation
city lights to the hospital
Hit him with the rockers, shockers
Pop him just to keep his heart racing (Clear)

(Chorus)
Will he it?
he survive?
Terror in his
the city cries
Payback is
He damn near
Banished my not mine
The city cries, drama
out the window, slide
Before me now the cries

(U-God)

Unconscious for (beep beep)
Deep in coma
When you awoke, it was
Dry
off tools, being fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and soaking while on top
Doctors monitor heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in with zombie ass cops
What we here the chief embraces
In his he pulls out two briefcases
A popped up on computer
One woman, one man,
He asked you do you remember these two
'Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry,
as if you was raped
What the
You escape
investigated the scene
Scrape the scene
to the bone panel
While you lay frail in the
Under you in the scuffle
You scratched some DNA that match
The blood on your are not yours, it was his
Right you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you can't
You his nose ring
Right out his
Before he took it four times in the
But he lived
the little bit of blood you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it back to forensic
Your finger prints up
This is it begins
Your street was Henry the Saint
Island's where your crib was at
Park Hill project was your
You was a
Or outfit
Not by the mafia, this where it get
Your hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
Money drill
Booby trapped
his food for the rats
Now...

(Chorus)
Will you it?
Will you
in your eyes
Night the cries
is crime
You damn near
Bandaged by not mine
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 was staying
Police her down
Blood hound on the east of town
In skyscraper
They had tapes of her
And some porn star fling, her and the door neighbor
And the killer the nose ring
But the police have a case
'Cause the victim couldn't a thing
Not even a
He had to clear his
He bit off more he could chew
His minded flash backs grew
And to hate
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he through
He concocted the
The slipped out the cuffs
Somehow killed to armed (bang, bang)
Grabbed their
Before he the hospital, slivers into the night
If hunting was right
He's seeking for
Off point
On a black Jamaican
a dark lookable crook
Is in a for retaliation
A limo pulled across the street a gas station
He saw his
And the that knifed him
He to mash him
He was real
A devilish growl
And the rain to a foul meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, revenge
that set you up will get hers in the end
In the of the lobby floor
on post
Got gun butted three times in the head the old dusty toast
Now he past the video cameras undetected
To the floor
504
When he rang the (ding dong) sweet voice said
She cracked it open, her I thought you was dead
In a of seconds and inches
The was hanging off the hinges (crash)
Her met the metal
She Oh my God
Out the back room the with the nose ring
Smashed the nigga in the with a porcelain vase
ricochet like lightning roads
Put the in arms
The drapes on fire, with no alarm
They crashed out the window, but somehow held on
Dangling a hundred stories high
doubt him
Will he it?
Continued album

(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
Terror in his
the city cries
Payback is
He near died
Bandaged by wounds not
The city cries, drama
Guns out the slide...

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

Golden Arm never weapons
Says he need them
He says using his arms is the best
And he's probably
beaten him yet
Just using his he beat us all then
We had no
He had us