Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, warning or beef
Late night life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and dogs meat
All is sacred
My lay naked
Aching for some weeks, it was a hostage taken
Some money making
for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was mistaken for some man
In a dirty place he lay in a basement
his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
With a rusty Jason
Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of
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 a statement (hu hu huh)
In matrix
gazing the soft shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the department of
Under lights to the hospital
Hit him the chest rockers, shockers
Pop him open just to keep his racing (Clear)

(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
Terror in his
Night the city
is crime
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)
Deep in shock
When you awoke, it was
Dry
off tools, being fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and soaking police on top
Doctors monitor heart (heart beating)
Sergeant came in with some zombie ass cops
we have here the chief embraces
In his hands he out two briefcases
A picture up on computer
One woman, one man,
He asked you do you remember these two
you you're blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized
Violated as if you was
What the
You escape
Police the scene
Scrape the crime
to the bone panel
While you lay frail in the
you nails in the scuffle
You some DNA samples that match
The blood on your are not yours, it was his
Right before you out, took that blow
In September, you can't
You ripped his ring
Right out his
Before he took it times in the ribs
But he lived
the little bit of blood you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it to forensic labs
finger prints popped up
This is it begins
Your name was Henry the Saint
Staten Island's where crib was at
Park Hill was your outlet
You was a
Or organized
Not by the mafia, this where it get
Your wife some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
Money drill
Booby perhaps
Left his food for the
Now...

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

(U-God)

One cop's
Was heroic, he pieces
Leaked out
On surveillance his wife was staying
Police her down
Blood on the east side of town
In some
They had video of her
And some star fling, her and the next door neighbor
And the with the nose ring
But the didn't have a case
'Cause the couldn't remember a thing
Not even a
He had to clear his
He bit off more than he could
His absent minded flash backs
And to hate
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he came
He concocted the
The psych' slipped out the
Somehow killed to guards (bang, bang)
their guns
Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the
If hunting was right
seeking for justice
Off point
On a black male
a dark lookable crook
Is in a alleyway for
A limo pulled across the from a gas station
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
Security on
Got gun butted times in the head with the old dusty toast
Now he slipped past the video undetected
To the floor
504
When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet said
She cracked it open, her reply I 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 in the head with a porcelain vase
Shots ricochet like lightning
Put the in arms
The drapes caught on fire, no alarm
crashed out the window, but they somehow held on
Dangling a hundred stories high
doubt him
Will he it?
Continued next

(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
in his eyes
Night the cries
is crime
He damn near
by wounds not mine
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...

Arm never uses weapons
Says he doesn't them
He using his bare arms is the best
And probably right
beaten him yet
Just his arms he beat us all then
We had no
He had us