Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

falling, red dawn, without warning or beef
Late night city life, in the Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and dogs become
All is sacred
My lay naked
for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken
Some making Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his face in
he was mistaken for some great man
In a place 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 dumpster of garbage
In this mad man he laid in
Logical was
Some replacement came through, left small traces
his chest
Left him for
Left him on his breath
Crawling, just to make a (hu hu huh)
In this
gazing the soft shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the of sanitation
city lights to the hospital
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
is crime
He near died
my wounds not mine
The city cries, ride
out the window, slide
Before me now the city

(U-God)

Unconscious for (beep beep)
in coma shock
When you awoke, it was
Dry
Choking off tools, fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and soaking police on top
Doctors monitor heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko in with some zombie ass cops
What we have 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
'Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry,
as if you was raped
What the
You well
investigated the scene
Scrape the crime
Down to the bone
While you lay in the enamel
Under you nails in the
You scratched some DNA samples match
The on your clothes are not yours, it was his
Right before you out, took that blow
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 skin type, you ran it back to labs
finger prints popped up
This is it begins
Your street was Henry the Saint
Staten Island's where crib was at
Park project was your outlet
You was a
Or outfit
Not by the mafia, this it get chills
wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
Money fund
Booby trapped
Left his for the rats
Now...

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

(U-God)

One weakness
Was heroic, he exposed
out information
On surveillance where his wife was
tracked her down
Blood on the east side of town
In skyscraper
had video tapes of her
And some porn star fling, her and the next door
And the killer with the ring
But the police didn't a case
'Cause the victim couldn't a thing
Not even a
He had to clear his
He bit off more than he could
His absent minded flash grew
And to hate
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he through
He the impossible
The psych' slipped out the
Somehow killed to guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed their
Before he fled the hospital, into the night
If police was right
seeking for justice
Off point
On a black male
a dark lookable crook
Is in a alleyway for
A limo pulled the street from a gas station
He saw his
And the nigga that him
He to mash him
He was real
A devilish 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 floor
on post
Got gun three times in the head with the old dusty toast
Now he slipped the video cameras undetected
To the floor
504
When he the bell (ding dong) sweet voice said
She it open, her reply I thought you was dead
In a matter of seconds and
The was hanging off the hinges (crash)
Her met the metal
She Oh my God
Out the back room the killer with the ring
Smashed the nigga in the head a porcelain vase
Shots ricochet lightning roads
Put the bimbo in
The caught on fire, with no alarm
They crashed out the window, but they held on
from a hundred stories high
Don't him
he make it?
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(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
Terror in his
the city cries
Payback is
He damn died
by wounds not mine
The city cries, drama
out the window slide...

Golden Arm is as as his reputation says
With his hands he stood 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 probably right
Nobody's him yet
Just his arms he beat us all then
We had no
He had us