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 is sacred
My lay naked
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a taken
Some making Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, his bloody face in
he was mistaken for some great man
In a place he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, bag, stabbed 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, small traces
Engraved his
Left him for
Left him on his last
Crawling, just to a statement (hu hu huh)
In this
Subconsciously gazing the shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the department of
city lights to the hospital
Hit him the chest rockers, shockers
Pop him open to keep his heart racing (Clear)

(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
Terror in his
the city cries
Payback is
He damn died
my wounds not mine
The city cries, ride
Guns out the window,
Before me now the cries

(U-God)

Unconscious for (beep beep)
Deep in shock
When you awoke, it was
Dry
Choking off tools, being fed ice
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and while police on top
Doctors monitor heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko in with some zombie ass cops
we have here the chief embraces
In his he pulls out two briefcases
A popped up on computer
One woman, one man,
He asked you do you remember two faces?
'Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry,
Violated as if you was
the hell
You escape
Police the scene
Scrape the crime
Down to the panel
While you lay in the enamel
Under you nails in the
You scratched some DNA samples match
The on your clothes are not yours, it was his
before you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you remember
You his nose ring
Right out his
Before he took it four times in the
But he lived
>From the little bit of you grabbed
His type, you ran it back to forensic labs
Your finger prints up
This is where it
Your street name was the Saint
Staten Island's your crib was at
Park Hill was your outlet
You was a
Or organized
Not by the mafia, where it get chills
Your wife hired some hitman to you for your ten million dollar will
fund drill
Booby trapped
Left his for the rats
Now...

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

(U-God)

One weakness
Was heroic, he exposed
out information
On surveillance where his was staying
tracked her down
Blood hound on the side of town
In skyscraper
They had video of her
And some porn star fling, her and the door neighbor
And the killer with the nose
But the police didn't a case
'Cause the victim couldn't a thing
Not a face
He had to his name
He bit off more he could chew
His absent minded backs grew
And to hate
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he came
He concocted the
The slipped out the cuffs
Somehow to armed guards (bang, bang)
their guns
Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the
If police hunting was
He's seeking for
Off bulletin
On a black Jamaican
Meanwhile a lookable crook
Is in a for retaliation
A limo pulled across the from a gas station
He saw his
And the that knifed him
He wanted to him
He was real
A growl sensation
And the grew to a foul meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, revenge
Bitch that set you up will get in the end
In the hall of the lobby
on post
Got gun butted three times in the head the old dusty toast
Now he slipped past the video cameras
To the 25th
504
When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet said
She it open, her reply I thought you was dead
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 with the nose ring
Smashed the nigga in the with a porcelain vase
Shots like lightning roads
Put the bimbo in
The caught on fire, with no alarm
They crashed out the window, but they somehow on
Dangling a hundred stories high
doubt him
Will he it?
Continued album

(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
Terror in his
Night the city
is crime
He near 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 never weapons
he doesn't need them
He says his bare arms is the best
And he's probably
Nobody's him yet
using his arms he beat us all then
We had no
He had us