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 become
All that is
My lay naked
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a taken
Some money Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody in
Maybe he was for some great man
In a dirty place he lay in a gray
Shaking his scabs, bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
With a long Jason
Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of
In this mad man hell he in
was hatred
Some replacement killer came through, small traces
Engraved his
him for death
Left him on his last
Crawling, just to make a (hu hu huh)
In matrix
Subconsciously the soft shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the of sanitation
Under city lights to the
Hit him the chest rockers, shockers
Pop him just to keep his heart racing (Clear)

(Chorus)
Will he it?
he survive?
Terror in his
Night the cries
Payback is
He damn near
my wounds not mine
The city cries, drama
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, fed ice cubes
in you head
of the bed
Doped up and while police on top
Doctors monitor your (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in with some ass cops
What we have the chief 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, completely out to dry, victimized
as if you was raped
What the
You well
Police the scene
Scrape the scene
to the bone panel
While you lay frail in the
Under you in the scuffle
You scratched some DNA samples match
The blood on your are not yours, it was his
before you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you remember
You ripped his ring
Right out his
he took it four times in the ribs
But somehow he
>From the bit of blood you grabbed
His type, you ran it back to forensic labs
Your finger prints up
This is it begins
Your street 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 wife some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
fund drill
Booby trapped
Left his food for the
Now...

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

(U-God)

One weakness
Was heroic, he exposed
Leaked out
On surveillance where his wife was
Police tracked her
Blood on the east side of town
In some
They had tapes of her
And some porn star fling, her and the next neighbor
And the killer the nose ring
But the police didn't a case
'Cause the couldn't remember a thing
Not a face
He had to clear his
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 slipped out the cuffs
Somehow to armed guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed their
Before he fled the hospital, into the night
If hunting was right
seeking for justice
Off bulletin
On a black male
Meanwhile a lookable crook
Is in a alleyway for
A limo across the street from a gas station
He saw his
And the nigga that him
He wanted to him
He was patient
A growl sensation
And the grew to a foul 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 times in the head 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 I thought you was dead
In a matter of and inches
The door was off the hinges (crash)
Her eyes met the
She Oh my God
Out the back room the killer the nose ring
the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase
Shots ricochet lightning roads
Put the bimbo in
The drapes caught on fire, with no
They crashed out the window, but they held on
Dangling from a hundred high
Don't him
he make it?
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(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
Terror in his
Night the city
is crime
He near died
Bandaged by wounds not
The city cries, drama
out the window slide...

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

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