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' and dogs become meat
All is sacred
My body lay
for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken
Some money making
High for disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was for some great man
In a dirty he lay in a gray basement
his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
With a long rusty
Dumped the smoldering in a dumpster truck of garbage
In this mad man he laid in
Logical was
Some replacement killer through, left small traces
his chest
Left him for
Left him on his breath
Crawling, to make a statement (hu hu huh)
In this
Subconsciously gazing the soft of a man
found, amazing!
By the department of
Under city lights to the
Hit him with the chest rockers,
Pop him just to keep his heart racing (Clear)

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

(U-God)

Unconscious for (beep beep)
in coma shock
When you awoke, it was
Dry
Choking off tools, being fed ice
in you head
of the bed
Doped up and while police on top
Doctors your heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in some zombie ass cops
we have here the chief embraces
In his he pulls out two briefcases
A popped up on computer
One woman, one man,
He asked you do you remember two faces?
'Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry,
Violated as if you was
What the
You escape
investigated the scene
Scrape the crime
Down to the bone
you lay frail in the enamel
Under you in the scuffle
You scratched some DNA samples that
The on your clothes are not yours, it was his
Right before you out, took that blow
In September, you can't
You his nose ring
out his nose
Before he it four times in the ribs
But he lived
>From the little bit of you grabbed
His type, you ran it back to forensic labs
Your finger popped up
This is it begins
Your name was Henry the Saint
Staten Island's where your was at
Hill project was your outlet
You was a
Or outfit
Not by the mafia, this where it get
Your wife hired some hitman to you for your ten million dollar will
Money fund
Booby trapped
Left his for the rats
Now...

(Chorus)
you make it?
Will you
in your eyes
Night the city
is crime
You near died
by wounds not mine
The city cries, ride
Guns out the slide
me now the city cries

(U-God)

One weakness
Was heroic, he exposed
Leaked out
On surveillance where his was staying
tracked her down
Blood hound on the east of town
In skyscraper
They had tapes of her
And some porn fling, her and the next door neighbor
And the killer with the ring
But the police didn't have a
'Cause the couldn't remember a thing
Not a face
He had to clear his
He bit off more he could chew
His absent minded flash backs
And grew to
He had to
To ICU
On the day he came through
He the impossible
The psych' out the cuffs
Somehow killed to guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed guns
Before he the hospital, slivers into the night
If police hunting was
He's seeking for
Off bulletin
On a black Jamaican
Meanwhile a dark crook
Is in a for retaliation
A limo pulled across the from a gas station
He saw his
And the nigga that him
He to mash him
He was patient
A growl sensation
And the rain grew to a meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, revenge
that set you up will get hers in the end
In the hall of the lobby
on post
Got gun butted three times in the head with the old toast
Now he slipped the video cameras undetected
To the floor
504
When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet voice
She cracked it open, her reply I you was dead
In a of seconds and inches
The was hanging off the hinges (crash)
Her met the metal
She Oh my God
Out the back room the killer with the nose
the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase
Shots ricochet like roads
Put the in arms
The drapes caught on fire, no alarm
They crashed out the window, but somehow held on
Dangling from a hundred high
Don't him
Will he it?
next album

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

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

Golden Arm never weapons
Says he need them
He says his bare arms is the best
And he's probably
beaten him yet
Just using his arms he beat us all
We had no
He had us