Luyện nghe bài hát Night The City Cried

*police (humming)

(U-God)

Night falling, red dawn, without or beef
Late city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
wit' cats and dogs become
All is sacred
My body lay
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a taken
Some money Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, his bloody face in
he was mistaken for some great man
In a dirty he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up times, strong!
a long rusty Jason
Dumped the corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage
In mad man hell he laid in
was hatred
Some replacement killer came through, left small
Engraved his
Left him for
Left him on his breath
Crawling, to make a statement (hu hu huh)
In this
Subconsciously gazing the shell of a man
found, amazing!
By the department of
city lights to the hospital
Hit him with the rockers, shockers
Pop him open to keep his heart racing (Clear)

(Chorus)
Will he it?
he survive?
Terror in his
the city cries
Payback is
He damn near
Banished my not mine
The city cries, drama
Guns out the window,
me now the city cries

(U-God)

Unconscious for (beep beep)
in coma shock
When you awoke, it was
Dry
off tools, being fed ice cubes
Pain in you
of the bed
Doped up and soaking police on top
Doctors your heart (heart beating)
Sergeant Bilko in with some zombie ass cops
What we have here the embraces
In his hands he out two briefcases
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
What the
You escape
investigated the scene
Scrape the scene
Down to the bone
you lay frail in the enamel
Under you nails in the
You some DNA samples that match
The blood on your are not yours, it was his
Right before you blacked out, that blow
In September, you remember
You ripped his nose
Right out his
Before he it four times in the ribs
But he lived
the little bit of blood you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it to forensic labs
Your finger prints up
This is it begins
Your street was Henry the Saint
Staten where your crib was at
Park Hill project was outlet
You was a
Or organized
Not by the mafia, this it get chills
Your wife hired some hitman to you for your ten million dollar will
Money fund
Booby trapped
Left his food for the
Now...

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

(U-God)

One cop's
Was heroic, he exposed
Leaked out
On surveillance where his was staying
tracked her down
Blood hound on the east of town
In some
had video tapes of her
And some porn fling, her and the next door neighbor
And the killer with the ring
But the police didn't a case
'Cause the victim couldn't a thing
Not even a
He had to his name
He bit off more than he chew
His absent minded flash backs
And grew to
He had to
To ICU
On the second day he through
He the impossible
The psych' out the cuffs
Somehow killed to armed (bang, bang)
their guns
Before he the hospital, slivers into the night
If hunting was right
He's seeking for
Off bulletin
On a male Jamaican
Meanwhile a dark crook
Is in a for retaliation
A limo pulled across the street from a gas
He saw his
And the nigga that him
He wanted to him
He was real
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 floor
on post
Got gun butted three in the head with the old dusty toast
Now he past the video cameras undetected
To the 25th
504
When he the bell (ding dong) sweet voice said
She cracked it open, her reply I thought you was
In a matter of and inches
The was hanging off the hinges (crash)
Her eyes met the
She Oh my God
Out the room the killer with the nose ring
the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase
Shots ricochet lightning roads
Put the bimbo in
The caught on fire, with no alarm
They crashed out the window, but somehow held on
Dangling a hundred stories high
doubt him
Will he it?
Continued next

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

Golden Arm is as as his reputation says
With his bare hands he 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 probably right
Nobody's him yet
Just using his arms he beat us all
We had no
He had us