Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

falling, red dawn, without warning or beef
Late night city life, in the Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and become meat
All that is
My lay naked
Aching for some weeks, it was a hostage taken
Some making Jamaican
High for disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was mistaken for some man
In a dirty place he lay in a basement
Shaking his scabs, crack bag, up four times, strong!
a long rusty Jason
Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster of garbage
In this mad man he laid in
Logical was
Some killer came through, left small traces
Engraved his
Left him for
Left him on his breath
Crawling, just to make a (hu hu huh)
In this
gazing the soft shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the department of
city lights to the hospital
Hit him with the chest rockers,
Pop him open to keep his heart racing (Clear)

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

(U-God)

for months (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 have here the chief
In his he pulls out two briefcases
A popped up on computer
One woman, one man,
He asked you do you these two faces?
'Mind you you're blind, completely out to dry, victimized
Violated as if you was
the hell
You well
Police investigated the
Scrape the scene
to the bone panel
While you lay frail in the
you nails in the scuffle
You some DNA samples that match
The on your clothes are not yours, it was his
before you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you can't
You ripped his nose
out his nose
Before he took it four in the ribs
But he lived
>From the little bit of blood you
His skin type, you ran it back to labs
Your finger prints up
This is it begins
Your street name was the Saint
Staten where your crib was at
Park Hill project was outlet
You was a
Or organized
Not by the mafia, this where it get
Your wife hired hitman to kill you for your 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 city
Payback is
You damn near
Bandaged by wounds not
The city cries, drama
out the window slide
Before me now the city

(U-God)

One cop's
Was heroic, he pieces
out information
On where his wife was staying
Police tracked her
Blood on the east side of town
In some
They had tapes of her
And some porn fling, her and the next door neighbor
And the killer with the nose
But the police have a case
'Cause the victim couldn't a thing
Not a face
He had to clear his
He bit off more than he could
His minded flash backs grew
And to hate
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he came
He concocted the
The psych' slipped out the
Somehow killed to guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed guns
Before he the hospital, slivers into the night
If police was right
He's seeking for
Off point
On a black Jamaican
Meanwhile a dark crook
Is in a for retaliation
A limo pulled across the from a gas station
He saw his
And the nigga knifed him
He wanted to him
He was real
A devilish growl
And the grew to a foul meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, revenge
Bitch that set you up get hers in the end
In the hall of the lobby
on post
Got gun butted times in the head with the old dusty toast
Now he slipped past the video undetected
To the 25th
504
When he the bell (ding dong) sweet voice said
She cracked it open, her reply I you was dead
In a of seconds and inches
The door was hanging off the (crash)
Her met the metal
She Oh my God
Out the room the killer with the nose ring
the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase
Shots ricochet like lightning
Put the in arms
The drapes caught on fire, no alarm
They out the window, but they somehow held on
from a hundred stories high
Don't him
he make it?
Continued next

(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
in his eyes
Night the cries
Payback is
He near died
by wounds not mine
The cries, drama ride
Guns out the slide...

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

Golden Arm never weapons
Says he doesn't need
He says using his bare arms is the
And he's probably
beaten him yet
Just using his arms he us all then
We had no
He had us