Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, warning or beef
Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog,
wit' cats and dogs meat
All is sacred
My body lay
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage
money making Jamaican
High for thuggery on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was for some great man
In a dirty place he lay in a basement
Shaking his scabs, crack bag, up four times, strong!
With a rusty Jason
the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage
In this mad man hell he in
Logical was
Some replacement killer through, left small traces
his chest
Left him for
him on his last breath
Crawling, to make a statement (hu hu huh)
In matrix
gazing the soft shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the department of
Under city lights to the
Hit him with the chest rockers,
Pop him open to keep his heart racing (Clear)

(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
in his eyes
Night the city
Payback is
He damn near
Banished my not mine
The cries, drama 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
Choking off tools, being fed ice
in you head
of the bed
Doped up and soaking police on top
Doctors monitor heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in with zombie ass cops
What we here the chief embraces
In his hands he pulls out two
A picture 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 investigated the
the crime scene
Down to the bone
While you lay frail in the
Under you in the scuffle
You scratched DNA samples that match
The on your clothes are not yours, it was his
Right you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you can't
You his nose ring
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
finger prints popped up
This is where it
Your street name was Henry the
Island's where your crib was at
Park Hill was your outlet
You was a
Or organized
Not by the mafia, where it get chills
Your hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
Money fund
Booby trapped
his food for the rats
Now...

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

(U-God)

One cop's
Was heroic, he pieces
out information
On surveillance his wife was staying
Police tracked her
Blood hound on the east side of
In skyscraper
had video tapes of her
And some porn star fling, her and the next neighbor
And the killer the nose ring
But the police have a case
'Cause the couldn't remember a thing
Not a face
He had to his name
He bit off more he could chew
His absent minded flash grew
And to hate
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he came
He the impossible
The psych' out the cuffs
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 bulletin
On a black male
Meanwhile a lookable crook
Is in a for retaliation
A limo across the street from a gas station
He saw his
And the that knifed him
He to mash him
He was real
A growl sensation
And the rain grew to a meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, murder
that set you up will get hers in the end
In the of the lobby floor
on post
Got gun butted three times in the with the old dusty toast
Now he slipped past the video cameras
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 hanging off the (crash)
Her eyes met the
She Oh my God
Out the back room the killer with the ring
Smashed the nigga in the head with a vase
Shots ricochet like lightning
Put the in arms
The drapes caught on fire, with no
They crashed out the window, but they held on
Dangling from a stories high
Don't him
Will he it?
Continued album

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

Golden Arm is as good as his says
With his bare he stood 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 he's right
Nobody's him yet
Just using his arms he beat us all
We had no
He had us