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 Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and dogs become
All that is
My lay naked
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage
Some money making
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody 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 long Jason
Dumped the smoldering in a dumpster truck of garbage
In this mad man hell he in
was hatred
Some replacement killer came through, left traces
his chest
Left him for
him on his last breath
Crawling, just to a statement (hu hu huh)
In this
Subconsciously the soft shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the of sanitation
Under lights to the hospital
Hit him the chest rockers, shockers
Pop him open just to his heart racing (Clear)

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

(U-God)

for months (beep beep)
Deep in shock
When you awoke, it was
Dry
Choking off tools, fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and soaking police on top
monitor your heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in some zombie ass cops
What we have the chief embraces
In his hands he out two briefcases
A popped 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
What the
You well
investigated the scene
Scrape the scene
Down to the panel
you lay frail in the enamel
Under you nails in the
You scratched some DNA samples that
The blood on clothes are not yours, it was his
before you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you can't
You ripped his ring
Right out his
Before he took it four in the ribs
But somehow he
the little bit of blood you grabbed
His type, you ran it back to forensic labs
Your prints popped up
is where it begins
Your street name was Henry the
Island's where your crib was at
Park Hill project was outlet
You was a
Or outfit
Not by the mafia, where it get chills
Your wife hired hitman to kill you for your ten million 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
Bandaged by wounds not
The cries, drama ride
Guns out the window
me now the city cries

(U-God)

One weakness
Was heroic, he exposed
Leaked out
On surveillance where his wife was
tracked her down
Blood hound on the east side of
In some
They had tapes of her
And some star fling, her and the next door neighbor
And the killer with the ring
But the didn't have a case
'Cause the victim couldn't remember a
Not even a
He had to his name
He bit off more he could chew
His absent minded backs grew
And grew to
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 police 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 growl
And the rain grew to a meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, revenge
Bitch set you up will get hers in the end
In the hall of the floor
Security on
Got gun butted three times in the head the old dusty toast
Now he slipped past the cameras undetected
To the floor
504
When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet voice
She cracked it open, her reply I you was dead
In a of seconds and inches
The door was off the hinges (crash)
Her met the metal
She Oh my God
Out the back room the killer the nose ring
Smashed the in the head with a porcelain vase
Shots like lightning roads
Put the bimbo in
The drapes caught on fire, no alarm
They crashed out the window, but somehow held on
Dangling a hundred stories high
doubt him
Will he it?
Continued album

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

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

Arm never uses weapons
Says he doesn't them
He says using his arms is the best
And he's probably
Nobody's him yet
Just using his he beat us all then
We had no
He had us