Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, without warning or
Late night city life, in the Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and become meat
All is sacred
My body lay
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage
Some making Jamaican
High for 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 long rusty
Dumped the corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage
In this mad man he laid in
Logical was
Some replacement killer through, left small traces
Engraved his
Left him for
Left him on his last
Crawling, just to make a (hu hu huh)
In matrix
Subconsciously the soft shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the of sanitation
Under 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 damn near
Banished my wounds not
The city cries, drama
out the window, slide
Before me now the city

(U-God)

for months (beep beep)
Deep in shock
you awoke, it was hope
Dry
Choking off tools, being fed ice
in you head
of the bed
Doped up and soaking while on top
Doctors monitor heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in with some zombie ass
we have here the chief embraces
In his hands he out two briefcases
A picture up on computer
One woman, one man,
He you do you remember these two faces?
'Mind you you're blind, completely out to dry, victimized
Violated as if you was
the hell
You well
Police investigated the
Scrape the scene
Down to the bone
While you lay in the enamel
you nails in the scuffle
You scratched some DNA samples match
The blood on clothes are not yours, it was his
Right before you blacked out, took that
In September, you remember
You his nose ring
out his nose
Before he took it four in the ribs
But somehow he
>From the little bit of you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it to forensic 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 outlet
You was a
Or organized
Not by the mafia, where it get chills
Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million will
fund drill
Booby perhaps
his food for the rats
Now...

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

(U-God)

One cop's
Was heroic, he pieces
out information
On where his wife was staying
Police her down
Blood hound on the side of town
In skyscraper
They had 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 couldn't remember a thing
Not even a
He had to clear his
He bit off than he could chew
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 killed to guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed their
Before he fled the hospital, into the night
If police was right
He's seeking for
Off point
On a male Jamaican
Meanwhile a dark lookable
Is in a for retaliation
A limo pulled across the street from a gas
He saw his
And the nigga knifed him
He wanted to him
He was patient
A devilish 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 hall of the lobby
Security on
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 reply I you was dead
In a of seconds and inches
The door was off the hinges (crash)
Her eyes met the
She Oh my God
Out the back room the killer the nose ring
Smashed the nigga in the head with a porcelain
Shots like lightning roads
Put the in arms
The drapes caught on fire, no alarm
They crashed out the window, but somehow held on
from a hundred stories high
Don't him
Will he it?
Continued album

(Chorus)
Will he it?
he survive?
Terror in his
the city cries
Payback is
He damn near
Bandaged by not mine
The city cries, drama
Guns out the slide...

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

Golden Arm uses weapons
Says he doesn't need
He says his bare arms is the best
And probably right
Nobody's him yet
Just using his he beat us all then
We had no
He had us