Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, without or beef
night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and become meat
All that is
My body lay
Aching for some weeks, it was a hostage taken
Some money Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his face in
Maybe he was mistaken for great man
In a dirty he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
With a long rusty
Dumped the smoldering in a dumpster truck of garbage
In mad man hell he laid in
was hatred
Some replacement killer came through, small traces
Engraved his
him for death
Left him on his last
Crawling, just to a statement (hu hu huh)
In this
gazing the soft shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the department of
Under city lights to the
Hit him the chest rockers, shockers
Pop him open to keep his heart racing (Clear)

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

(U-God)

Unconscious for (beep beep)
Deep in coma
you awoke, it was hope
Dry
off tools, being fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and while police on top
Doctors monitor your (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko came in some zombie ass cops
What we have the chief embraces
In his he pulls out two briefcases
A picture up on computer
One woman, one man,
He asked you do you remember these two
you you're blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized
Violated as if you was
the hell
You escape
Police investigated the
Scrape the crime
Down to the bone
While you lay in the enamel
Under you in the scuffle
You some DNA samples that match
The on your clothes are not yours, it was his
before you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you can't
You ripped his ring
Right out his
Before he took it four in the ribs
But somehow he
>From the little bit of you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it back to labs
Your finger popped up
is where it begins
Your street name was the Saint
Island's where your crib was at
Park Hill project was your
You was a
Or organized
Not by the mafia, where it get chills
Your wife hired hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
Money drill
Booby trapped
Left his food for the
Now...

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

(U-God)

One weakness
Was heroic, he exposed
out information
On where his wife was staying
Police her down
hound on the east side of town
In skyscraper
They had tapes of her
And some porn star fling, her and the next door
And the killer the nose ring
But the didn't have a case
'Cause the victim couldn't remember a
Not even a
He had to his name
He bit off than he could chew
His absent minded backs grew
And grew to
He had to
To ICU
On the day he came through
He concocted the
The slipped out the cuffs
Somehow killed to armed (bang, bang)
their guns
Before he the hospital, slivers into the night
If police hunting was
He's seeking for
Off bulletin
On a black male
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 wanted to him
He was real
A devilish growl
And the rain grew to a foul (sound of rain)
Of betrayal, murder
that set you up will get hers in the end
In the hall of the floor
on post
Got gun butted three times in the with the old dusty toast
Now he slipped past the video cameras
To the 25th
504
When he the bell (ding dong) sweet voice said
She cracked it open, her I thought you was dead
In a of seconds and inches
The door was hanging off the (crash)
Her eyes met the
She Oh my God
Out the back room the killer with the nose
the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase
Shots ricochet lightning roads
Put the in arms
The drapes on fire, with no alarm
They crashed out the window, but they held on
Dangling from a stories high
Don't him
he make it?
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(Chorus)
he make it?
Will he
in his eyes
Night the city
is crime
He damn near
Bandaged by wounds not
The city cries, drama
out the window slide...

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

Golden Arm never weapons
Says he doesn't them
He says his bare arms is the best
And he's probably
beaten him yet
Just using his he beat us all then
We had no
He had us