Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

radio* (humming)

(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, warning or beef
night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and dogs become
All is sacred
My lay naked
Aching for some weeks, it was a hostage taken
Some money Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his face in
he was mistaken for some great man
In a dirty he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
With a long rusty
Dumped the smoldering corpse in a truck of garbage
In this mad man hell he in
Logical was
Some replacement came through, left small traces
Engraved his
Left him for
Left him on his breath
Crawling, to make 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 the chest rockers, shockers
Pop him just to keep his heart racing (Clear)

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

(U-God)

Unconscious for (beep beep)
in coma shock
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 your (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in some zombie ass cops
What we have here the embraces
In his hands he pulls out two
A popped up on computer
One woman, one man,
He asked you do you remember these two
'Mind you blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized
as if you was raped
What the
You well
investigated the scene
Scrape the crime
Down to the bone
While you lay frail in the
Under you in the scuffle
You scratched some DNA that match
The blood on your are not yours, it was his
Right you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you remember
You ripped his ring
Right out his
Before he took it times in the ribs
But somehow he
>From the bit of blood you grabbed
His type, you ran it back to forensic labs
finger prints popped up
This is where it
street name was Henry the Saint
Staten Island's your crib was at
Park project was your outlet
You was a
Or outfit
Not by the mafia, where it get chills
Your hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
fund drill
Booby perhaps
his food for the rats
Now...

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

(U-God)

One weakness
Was heroic, he exposed
Leaked out
On surveillance his wife was staying
Police her down
Blood hound on the east side of
In skyscraper
They had video of her
And some porn star fling, her and the door neighbor
And the killer the nose ring
But the didn't have a case
'Cause the victim couldn't a thing
Not a face
He had to his name
He bit off more than he could
His absent flash backs grew
And to hate
He had to
To ICU
On the day he came through
He concocted the
The psych' slipped out the
Somehow to armed guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed their
Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the
If police was right
He's for justice
Off bulletin
On a black Jamaican
Meanwhile a dark crook
Is in a alleyway for
A limo pulled across the street from a gas
He saw his
And the that knifed him
He wanted to him
He was patient
A growl sensation
And the rain 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 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 I thought you was dead
In a of seconds and inches
The door was off the hinges (crash)
Her eyes met the
She Oh my God
Out the back room the killer with the nose
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 out the window, but they somehow held on
Dangling from a hundred stories
doubt him
Will he it?
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(Chorus)
Will he it?
he survive?
Terror in his
Night the city
is crime
He damn near
by wounds not mine
The city cries, drama
Guns out the slide...

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

Golden Arm uses weapons
Says he doesn't them
He says his bare arms is the best
And he's right
Nobody's him yet
Just his arms he beat us all then
We had no
He had us