Luyện nghe bài hát Exodus

Yeah, This is
You've just been listening to the Seventh Sin
To me the Seventh Sin is hardcore rap
And I'm very proud to have a part of that throughout the years
I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that it real
And love to all my niggas that have out here
In this bullshit that we the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, and South
I got my niggas The Top Guns
We gonna this one off like this:

My been a great story in the ultimate war
Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go
I can't explain the true of fame and the wealth
Tell me who can I trust? I can't myself
Got the devil got me 'bout them ill moves
Every damn kid on the street, they got something to
Push a bullet through my heart, why That's a start
They could push their quicker, kill a well known nigga
And if you say you're to kill me, should I blast you first?
Being black is kinda being born with a curse
Do or Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't
Niggas my life out with malicious intent
My skin color's got me in a never ending ghetto
I to the hills, but I can never let go
The gun shots and the homicides just don't
And because I came up, I can always drop

Yo.. we prepared for guerilla warfare
Never scared soldiers to the
And hose body parts with the hardwear
You spark a dun Bizzaro or sequel
When you catch a on the wings of this desert eagle
Flappin, we caps friend
when niggas would shoot joints
Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow
Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at a murderous
Mad sons got slugs to the face, OG kilos
Over sore losers and cilo, prepare a scout
I hold the burner on the
In this age of idolatry, mad worship u vanity
If Five ?? you nigga maintain - insanity
Hope you see the light ­ like the true colors
Only a few remain brothers, fuck the
In this world ­ the war that's controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be live nigga

So if niggas want to bite the sound Tyson
Deck him in the left eye, murder sit like ryerson
You wanna dis, even try son
Hey yo, Pizzone ­ I'm the prodigy you need to ya eyes on
Yo who the don, who it all night long?
50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is
Who get it on when time to drop a bomb?
Sadq keep it and calm with the niapalm
Droppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie
Dust and take and serve on my hot plate
So cats who got beef, we can it to the streets
Cause shit these talk to the grave with they teeth
It's time to meet your maker step the new millennium
I analyze data intel Pentium
So me, I blame sovereignty for God we bust
Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and

Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T in your of the woods
I'm 15 blocks deep in the neighborhood
Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden
Still on trial for my old
Cold weather got trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater
is soft like butter, leathers and felt
Time to heat it up and
Felt the welts from brass belt to brass knuckles
Kill all the jokes and chuckles ­ let's all get
My fam stay thick
Trick off and off together
No the weather
Lets ease on down to the bow and to the
When I start to squeeze, I won't off a bit
Won't be no teams up in with no clashes
bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the masses

Life got no guarantees, I'm looking for the lease
When I'm in LA, it ain't hard to me
floor eating shrimp at Belonte's
Every time you see me I'm to a dime piece
I check your styles, you rhyme quicker
No matter you do, I'll always lace mine thicker
Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than
your back with your niggas
Cause that's right where they'll ya
You see me in the club up, all alone
I love to my homies, then I bounce the fuck home
are something that I just don't do
Cause if I'm you black, I'm gonna clap them too
Money makes all my homies brand new
I don't fuck with the fakes, I make moves the true
Ice ­ baby chopping that real, thought you
I might hard, but nigga I can die too

I'm as real as you