Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

falling, red dawn, without warning or beef
Late city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and dogs meat
All that is
My lay naked
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage
Some money Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his face in
Maybe he was for some great man
In a dirty place he lay in a gray
Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up times, strong!
With a rusty Jason
Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of
In this mad man hell he in
was hatred
Some replacement killer came through, left traces
his chest
Left him for
Left him on his breath
Crawling, just to a statement (hu hu huh)
In matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft of a man
found, amazing!
By the department of
city lights to the hospital
Hit him with the rockers, shockers
Pop him just to keep his heart racing (Clear)

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

(U-God)

Unconscious for (beep beep)
Deep in coma
you awoke, it was hope
Dry
Choking off tools, fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and while police on top
Doctors monitor your (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in some zombie ass cops
What we have here the embraces
In his he pulls 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
as if you was raped
What the
You escape
Police the scene
the crime scene
Down to the bone
While you lay in the enamel
you nails in the scuffle
You scratched some DNA samples match
The on your clothes are not yours, it was his
Right before you out, took that blow
In September, you can't
You ripped his nose
Right out his
Before he took it four in the ribs
But he lived
>From the little bit of you grabbed
His type, you ran it back to forensic labs
Your finger popped up
is where it begins
Your street name was the Saint
Staten Island's where your was at
Park Hill was your outlet
You was a
Or outfit
Not by the mafia, this where it get
wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
Money fund
Booby trapped
Left his for the rats
Now...

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

(U-God)

One cop's
Was heroic, he pieces
out information
On where his wife was staying
Police tracked her
Blood hound on the east of town
In skyscraper
They had tapes of her
And some porn fling, her and the next door neighbor
And the killer with the nose
But the police didn't a case
the victim couldn't remember a thing
Not even a
He had to his name
He bit off more than he could
His minded flash backs grew
And grew to
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he came
He the impossible
The psych' slipped out the
Somehow killed to armed (bang, bang)
Grabbed their
Before he fled the hospital, slivers the night
If hunting was right
He's for justice
Off point
On a black Jamaican
a dark lookable crook
Is in a for retaliation
A limo pulled across the street a gas station
He saw his
And the that knifed him
He to mash him
He was patient
A devilish growl
And the rain 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 three times in the head with the old dusty toast
Now he slipped past the video cameras
To the 25th
504
When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet voice
She it open, her reply 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 back room the killer the nose ring
Smashed the in the head with a porcelain vase
Shots like lightning roads
Put the in arms
The drapes caught on fire, with no
They crashed out the window, but they somehow on
Dangling a hundred stories high
Don't him
he make it?
Continued album

(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
in his eyes
Night the cries
is crime
He near died
Bandaged by wounds not
The city cries, drama
out the window slide...

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

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