Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, without or beef
Late night life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and become meat
All that is
My body lay
Aching for weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken
Some money Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his face in
Maybe he was mistaken for great man
In a dirty place he lay in a gray
Shaking his scabs, bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
With a long rusty
the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage
In mad man hell he laid in
Logical was
replacement killer came through, left small traces
Engraved his
him for death
Left him on his breath
Crawling, just to make a (hu hu huh)
In matrix
Subconsciously gazing the shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the of sanitation
Under city lights to the
Hit him the chest rockers, shockers
Pop him open to keep his heart racing (Clear)

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

(U-God)

for months (beep beep)
Deep in coma
you awoke, it was hope
Dry
Choking off tools, fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and soaking police on top
Doctors monitor your (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in with some ass cops
What we have here the chief
In his hands he out two briefcases
A picture popped up on
One woman, one man,
He you do you remember these two faces?
'Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry,
as if you was raped
What the
You escape
Police the scene
the crime scene
Down to the panel
While you lay in the enamel
you nails in the scuffle
You some DNA samples that match
The blood on clothes are not yours, it was his
Right before you blacked out, took blow
In September, you can't
You ripped his ring
Right out his
he took it four times in the ribs
But somehow he
>From the little bit of blood you
His type, you ran it back to forensic labs
Your prints popped up
This is where it
Your name was Henry the Saint
Staten Island's where your was at
Park Hill project was outlet
You was a
Or organized
Not by the mafia, this it get chills
Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten dollar will
Money drill
Booby perhaps
Left his food for the
Now...

(Chorus)
you make it?
Will you
in your eyes
Night the cries
Payback is
You damn near
by wounds not mine
The cries, drama ride
Guns out the window
Before me now the cries

(U-God)

One cop's
Was heroic, he exposed
out information
On surveillance his wife was staying
Police her down
Blood hound on the side of town
In some
had video tapes of her
And some porn star fling, her and the next neighbor
And the killer the nose ring
But the police have a case
the victim couldn't remember a thing
Not even a
He had to clear his
He bit off more than he chew
His absent minded flash backs
And grew to
He had to
To ICU
On the day he came through
He the impossible
The psych' slipped out the
killed to armed guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed their
Before he the hospital, slivers into the night
If police hunting was
seeking for justice
Off bulletin
On a male Jamaican
a dark lookable crook
Is in a alleyway for
A limo pulled across the street from a gas
He saw his
And the nigga that him
He to mash him
He was real
A devilish sensation
And the rain grew to a meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, murder
that set you up will get hers in the end
In the of the lobby floor
Security on
Got gun butted three times in the with the old dusty toast
Now he slipped the video cameras undetected
To the floor
504
When he the bell (ding dong) sweet voice said
She cracked it open, her reply I thought you was
In a of seconds and inches
The door was hanging off the (crash)
Her eyes met the
She Oh my God
Out the back room the killer the nose ring
Smashed the nigga in the with a porcelain vase
Shots like lightning roads
Put the bimbo in
The drapes on fire, with no alarm
They crashed out the window, but they somehow on
from a hundred stories high
Don't him
he make it?
Continued album

(Chorus)
Will he it?
Will he
Terror in his
Night the cries
is crime
He damn near
by wounds not mine
The city cries, drama
out the window 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 weapons
Says he doesn't them
He says his bare arms is the best
And he's right
Nobody's him yet
Just using his arms he beat us all
We had no
He had us