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 Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and dogs meat
All is sacred
My body lay
for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken
Some money Jamaican
High for thuggery on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
he was mistaken for some great man
In a dirty he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up times, strong!
With a rusty Jason
Dumped the smoldering corpse in a truck of garbage
In mad man hell he laid in
Logical was
Some replacement came through, left small traces
Engraved his
Left him for
Left him on his breath
Crawling, just to make a (hu hu huh)
In this
Subconsciously gazing the shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the department of
Under city lights to the
Hit him the chest rockers, shockers
Pop him open to keep his heart racing (Clear)

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

(U-God)

for months (beep beep)
Deep in coma
you awoke, it was hope
Dry
Choking off tools, being fed ice
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and while police on top
monitor your heart (heart beating)
Sergeant came in with some zombie ass cops
What we here the chief embraces
In his hands he pulls out two
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 well
Police investigated the
Scrape the crime
to the bone panel
While you lay in the enamel
Under you in the scuffle
You some DNA samples that match
The on your clothes are not yours, it was his
Right before you blacked out, that blow
In September, you remember
You his nose ring
Right out his
Before he took it times in the ribs
But he lived
>From the bit of blood you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it back to labs
Your prints popped up
is where it begins
Your street name was the Saint
Staten Island's your crib was at
Park Hill project was your
You was a
Or outfit
Not by the mafia, this it get chills
Your hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
fund drill
Booby trapped
Left his food for the
Now...

(Chorus)
Will you it?
you survive?
Terror in eyes
Night the cries
Payback is
You damn died
by wounds not mine
The cries, drama ride
Guns out the window
Before me now the city

(U-God)

One cop's
Was heroic, he pieces
Leaked out
On surveillance where his was staying
Police her down
Blood on the east side of town
In some
had video tapes of her
And some porn star fling, her and the door neighbor
And the with the nose ring
But the police didn't a case
'Cause the victim couldn't remember a
Not even a
He had to his name
He bit off more than he could
His minded flash backs grew
And to hate
He had to
To ICU
On the day he came through
He concocted the
The slipped out the cuffs
Somehow to armed guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed their
Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the
If hunting was right
seeking for justice
Off bulletin
On a male 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 sensation
And the grew to a foul meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, revenge
that set you up will get hers in the end
In the hall of the floor
on post
Got gun butted three in the head with the old dusty toast
Now he slipped past the video undetected
To the 25th
504
When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet said
She cracked it open, her I thought you was dead
In a matter of seconds and
The door was hanging off the (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 ricochet like lightning
Put the in arms
The caught on fire, with no alarm
They out the window, but they somehow held on
Dangling a hundred stories high
doubt him
Will he it?
next album

(Chorus)
Will he it?
he survive?
Terror in his
Night the cries
Payback is
He damn died
Bandaged by wounds not
The cries, drama ride
Guns out the slide...

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

Golden Arm never uses
he doesn't need them
He using 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