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 become meat
All is sacred
My body lay
for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken
Some making Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, his bloody face in
Maybe he was for some great man
In a dirty he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
With a rusty Jason
Dumped the smoldering in a dumpster truck of garbage
In this mad man he laid in
Logical was
Some replacement killer came through, small traces
Engraved his
Left him for
Left him on his last
Crawling, just to make a (hu hu huh)
In matrix
Subconsciously gazing the shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the of sanitation
city lights to the hospital
Hit him with the rockers, shockers
Pop him open to keep his heart racing (Clear)

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

(U-God)

for months (beep beep)
Deep in shock
you awoke, it was hope
Dry
off tools, being fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and while police on top
Doctors monitor heart (heart beating)
Sergeant came in with 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 asked you do you remember two faces?
'Mind you you're blind, hung out to dry, victimized
as if you was raped
What the
You escape
Police investigated the
Scrape the crime
Down to the bone
While you lay frail in the
Under you nails in the
You some DNA samples that match
The blood on clothes are not yours, it was his
Right before you blacked out, took that
In September, you can't
You ripped his nose
Right out his
Before he took it four times in the
But he lived
the little bit of blood you grabbed
His type, you ran it back to forensic labs
Your finger prints up
This is where it
Your street name was Henry the
Staten Island's where crib was at
Park project was your outlet
You was a
Or outfit
Not by the mafia, this where it get
Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million will
fund drill
Booby perhaps
Left his food for the
Now...

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

(U-God)

One weakness
Was heroic, he pieces
Leaked out
On surveillance where his wife was
Police tracked her
Blood hound on the east of town
In skyscraper
They had tapes of her
And some porn star fling, her and the next neighbor
And the killer with the nose
But the police didn't a case
'Cause the victim remember a thing
Not even a
He had to clear his
He bit off than he could chew
His minded flash backs grew
And to hate
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he through
He the impossible
The psych' out the cuffs
Somehow killed to armed (bang, bang)
their guns
Before he the hospital, slivers into the night
If hunting was right
seeking for justice
Off point
On a black Jamaican
a dark lookable crook
Is in a alleyway for
A limo pulled across the street from a gas
He saw his
And the nigga knifed him
He to mash him
He was patient
A devilish growl
And the rain grew to a foul (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, murder
that set you up will get hers 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 cameras undetected
To the 25th
504
When he rang the (ding dong) sweet voice said
She it open, her reply I thought you was dead
In a matter of seconds and
The door was off the hinges (crash)
Her met the metal
She Oh my God
Out the room the killer with the nose ring
Smashed the nigga in the head with a vase
Shots like lightning roads
Put the in arms
The drapes caught on fire, with no
They out the window, but they somehow held on
Dangling from a stories high
doubt him
Will he it?
Continued next

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

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

Arm never uses weapons
Says he need them
He says using his arms is the best
And he's probably
beaten him yet
Just using his he beat us all then
We had no
He had us