Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, without warning or
night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and dogs become
All that is
My lay naked
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage
Some money Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his face in
Maybe he was for some great man
In a place he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, crack bag, up four times, strong!
a long 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
his chest
Left him for
him on his last breath
Crawling, to make a statement (hu hu huh)
In matrix
Subconsciously gazing the shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the of sanitation
Under city to the hospital
Hit him with the chest rockers,
Pop him open just to keep his racing (Clear)

(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
Terror in his
the city cries
Payback is
He damn near
Banished my 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
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 Bilko came in 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 blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized
as if you was raped
What the
You escape
Police the scene
Scrape the crime
Down to the bone
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
Right before you blacked out, 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
>From the little bit of you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it to forensic labs
Your prints popped up
This is where it
street name was Henry the Saint
Staten Island's your crib was at
Park Hill was your outlet
You was a
Or outfit
Not by the mafia, this it get chills
Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten dollar will
fund drill
Booby trapped
Left his for the rats
Now...

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

(U-God)

One weakness
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 porn fling, her and the next door neighbor
And the killer with the ring
But the police didn't a case
'Cause the victim remember a thing
Not even a
He had to his name
He bit off more than he chew
His absent minded backs grew
And grew to
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he through
He the impossible
The psych' slipped out the
Somehow to armed guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed their
Before he fled the hospital, slivers the night
If police was right
He's seeking for
Off point
On a male Jamaican
a dark lookable crook
Is in a alleyway for
A limo pulled the street from a gas station
He saw his
And the nigga knifed him
He to mash him
He was patient
A growl sensation
And the rain grew to a meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, revenge
Bitch set you up will get hers in the end
In the hall of the lobby
Security on
Got gun butted three times in the head 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 reply I thought you was
In a matter of seconds and
The door was 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 like lightning roads
Put the bimbo in
The caught on fire, with no alarm
They crashed out the window, but somehow held on
Dangling from a stories high
Don't him
Will he it?
next album

(Chorus)
Will he it?
Will he
in his eyes
Night the cries
is crime
He damn died
Bandaged by not mine
The city cries, drama
out the window slide...

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

Golden Arm never weapons
he doesn't need them
He says using his bare 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