Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

falling, red dawn, without warning or beef
Late city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
wit' and dogs become meat
All that is
My lay naked
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a taken
Some money making
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, his bloody face in
Maybe he was mistaken for some man
In a dirty he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, crack bag, up four times, strong!
a long rusty Jason
Dumped the smoldering in a dumpster truck of garbage
In this mad man he laid in
was hatred
Some replacement killer through, left small traces
his chest
Left him for
him on his last breath
Crawling, just to make a (hu hu huh)
In matrix
Subconsciously the soft shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the department of
Under city to the hospital
Hit him with the chest rockers,
Pop him just to keep his heart racing (Clear)

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

(U-God)

Unconscious for (beep beep)
Deep in shock
you awoke, it was hope
Dry
off tools, being fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and soaking while on top
Doctors your heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in with some ass cops
What we have here the embraces
In his hands he pulls out two
A picture up on computer
One woman, one man,
He asked you do you these two faces?
you you're blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized
Violated as if you was
the hell
You well
Police the scene
Scrape the crime
Down to the panel
While you lay in the enamel
Under you in the scuffle
You some DNA samples that match
The blood on your are not yours, it was his
before you blacked 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 somehow he
>From the little bit of you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it back to forensic
Your finger popped up
is where it begins
Your street name was the Saint
Staten Island's where your 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 ten million dollar will
Money drill
trapped perhaps
Left his for the rats
Now...

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

(U-God)

One weakness
Was heroic, he pieces
out information
On where his wife was staying
tracked her down
Blood on the east side of town
In some
They had tapes of her
And some star fling, her and the next door neighbor
And the killer with the nose
But the police didn't a case
'Cause the couldn't remember a thing
Not a face
He had to clear his
He bit off more than he chew
His minded flash backs grew
And to hate
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he came
He the impossible
The psych' out the cuffs
killed to armed guards (bang, bang)
Grabbed guns
he fled the hospital, slivers 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 pulled across the street from a gas station
He saw his
And the nigga knifed him
He wanted to him
He was real
A devilish sensation
And the grew to a foul meditation (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, murder
that set you up will get hers in the end
In the of the lobby floor
on post
Got gun butted three times in the head with the old toast
Now he slipped past the video undetected
To the floor
504
When he rang the bell (ding dong) voice said
She cracked it open, her I thought 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 with the nose ring
Smashed the nigga in the head with a porcelain
Shots ricochet lightning roads
Put the bimbo in
The drapes caught on fire, with no
They crashed out the window, but they somehow on
Dangling from a hundred high
Don't him
he make it?
Continued next

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

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

Golden Arm uses weapons
Says he need them
He says using his arms is the best
And he's right
Nobody's him yet
Just using his he beat us all then
We had no
He had us