Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, warning or beef
night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and become meat
All that is
My lay naked
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage
Some making Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his face in
Maybe he was mistaken for great man
In a dirty place he lay in a gray
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 hell he in
Logical was
Some replacement killer came through, left traces
his chest
Left him for
Left him on his last
Crawling, just to make a (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 with the rockers, shockers
Pop him open just to keep his heart (Clear)

(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
in his eyes
Night the city
is crime
He damn died
my wounds not mine
The city cries, drama
Guns out the window,
Before me now the city

(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 while on top
monitor your heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in with some ass cops
we have here the chief embraces
In his hands he pulls out two
A picture popped up on
One woman, one man,
He asked you do you remember two faces?
'Mind you you're blind, hung out to dry, victimized
Violated as if you was
the hell
You escape
Police investigated the
the crime scene
Down to the panel
you lay frail in the enamel
Under you nails in the
You scratched DNA samples that match
The on your clothes are not yours, it was his
Right you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you remember
You ripped his nose
out his nose
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 finger popped up
This is it begins
Your street name was the Saint
Island's where 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 hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
Money drill
trapped perhaps
Left his food for the
Now...

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

(U-God)

One cop's
Was heroic, he exposed
Leaked out
On surveillance where his was staying
Police her down
Blood hound on the east of town
In some
had video tapes of her
And some star fling, her and the next door neighbor
And the with the nose ring
But the police didn't a case
the victim couldn't remember a thing
Not a face
He had to clear his
He bit off more he could chew
His absent minded backs grew
And grew to
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he came
He concocted the
The slipped out the cuffs
Somehow killed to armed (bang, bang)
Grabbed their
Before he fled the hospital, into the night
If hunting was right
He's seeking for
Off bulletin
On a black Jamaican
Meanwhile a 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 real
A growl sensation
And the rain to a foul meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, revenge
Bitch that set you up get hers in the end
In the of the lobby floor
Security on
Got gun three times in the head with the old dusty toast
Now he slipped past the video cameras
To the 25th
504
When he rang the (ding dong) sweet voice said
She cracked it open, her reply I thought you was
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 with the nose ring
Smashed the in the head with a porcelain vase
Shots ricochet like lightning
Put the in arms
The caught on fire, with no alarm
crashed out the window, but they somehow held on
Dangling a hundred stories high
Don't him
he make it?
Continued next

(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
Terror in his
the city cries
Payback is
He near died
Bandaged by 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 never weapons
Says he doesn't need
He says his bare arms is the best
And he's right
beaten him yet
Just using his he beat us all then
We had no
He had us