Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, without or beef
Late night city life, in the dark fog, creep
wit' cats and become meat
All is sacred
My lay naked
Aching for some weeks, it was a hostage taken
Some money Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, his bloody face in
he was mistaken for some great man
In a dirty he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, crack bag, up four times, strong!
With a rusty Jason
Dumped the corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage
In mad man hell he laid in
Logical was
Some replacement came through, left small traces
Engraved his
Left him for
him on his last breath
Crawling, just to a statement (hu hu huh)
In matrix
Subconsciously the soft shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the of sanitation
city lights to the hospital
Hit him the chest rockers, shockers
Pop him open just to keep his heart (Clear)

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

(U-God)

Unconscious for (beep beep)
Deep in shock
When you awoke, it was
Dry
off tools, being fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and soaking police on top
monitor your heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko in with some zombie ass cops
What we have here the chief
In his hands he out two briefcases
A picture up on computer
One woman, one man,
He asked you do you remember these two
'Mind you you're blind, completely out to dry, victimized
Violated as if you was
the hell
You well
investigated the scene
Scrape the scene
to the bone panel
While you lay in the enamel
Under you nails in the
You scratched DNA samples that match
The on your clothes are not yours, it was his
Right before you out, took that blow
In September, you can't
You his nose ring
Right out his
he took it four times in the ribs
But he lived
the little bit of blood you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it to forensic labs
Your prints popped up
This is where it
Your street was Henry the Saint
Staten where 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
his food for the rats
Now...

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

(U-God)

One weakness
Was heroic, he exposed
out information
On where his wife was staying
Police tracked her
Blood hound on the east of town
In some
They had video of her
And some porn star fling, her and the next door
And the killer the nose ring
But the didn't have a case
'Cause the victim remember a thing
Not a face
He had to his name
He bit off more than he chew
His absent minded flash grew
And to hate
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he came
He the impossible
The slipped out the cuffs
Somehow to armed guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed guns
Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the
If hunting was right
seeking for justice
Off point
On a black Jamaican
Meanwhile a dark lookable
Is in a alleyway for
A limo pulled across the street from a gas
He saw his
And the that knifed him
He wanted to him
He was patient
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 hall of the floor
on post
Got gun butted three times in the head with the old dusty
Now he slipped past the video cameras
To the floor
504
When he the bell (ding dong) sweet voice said
She cracked it open, her I thought you was dead
In a matter of and inches
The door was hanging off the (crash)
Her eyes met the
She Oh my God
Out the room the killer with the nose ring
Smashed the nigga in the with a porcelain vase
Shots ricochet like lightning
Put the bimbo in
The caught on fire, with no alarm
They out the window, but they somehow held on
Dangling from a stories high
doubt him
Will he it?
Continued album

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

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

Golden Arm uses weapons
Says he doesn't need
He says using his bare arms is the
And probably right
beaten him yet
Just his arms he beat us all then
We had no
He had us