Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

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

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

(U-God)

for months (beep beep)
Deep in shock
you awoke, it was hope
Dry
off tools, being fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and soaking while on top
Doctors your heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in with some ass cops
What we have the chief embraces
In his he pulls out two briefcases
A picture popped up on
One woman, one man,
He asked you do you remember two faces?
'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
Down to the panel
While you lay in the enamel
you nails in the scuffle
You scratched DNA samples that match
The blood on your are not yours, it was his
before you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you remember
You ripped his ring
out his nose
Before he took it times in the ribs
But he lived
>From the little bit of blood you
His skin type, you ran it to forensic labs
Your finger popped up
This is where it
Your street was Henry the Saint
Staten Island's your crib was at
Park project was your outlet
You was a
Or outfit
Not by the mafia, where it get chills
Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for ten million dollar will
fund drill
Booby perhaps
his food for the rats
Now...

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

(U-God)

One cop's
Was heroic, he exposed
out information
On surveillance where his wife was
Police her down
Blood on the east side of town
In skyscraper
They had tapes of her
And some porn star fling, her and the door neighbor
And the killer with the ring
But the police didn't have a
'Cause the victim remember a thing
Not a face
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 concocted the
The psych' slipped out the
killed to armed guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed their
Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the
If hunting was right
He's seeking for
Off point
On a male Jamaican
Meanwhile a dark crook
Is in a alleyway for
A limo pulled the street from a gas station
He saw his
And the nigga that him
He wanted to him
He was patient
A devilish sensation
And the rain grew to a meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, murder
Bitch that set you up will get in the end
In the hall of the floor
Security on
Got gun butted three 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 reply I thought you was
In a matter of seconds and
The was hanging off the hinges (crash)
Her met the metal
She Oh my God
Out the back room the killer with the ring
the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase
Shots ricochet like lightning
Put the bimbo in
The drapes caught on fire, no alarm
They crashed out the window, but they somehow on
Dangling from a hundred high
doubt him
Will he it?
Continued next

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

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

Golden Arm uses weapons
Says he need them
He using his bare arms is the best
And probably right
Nobody's him yet
Just his arms he beat us all then
We had no
He had us