Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's hella motherfuckin' deadly
But don't ever fuck with the bitch

(Intro: Ras Kass)
Yeah, seventh, uh-huh, first things first man you're messin' with the
One, come on, on, one

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, real niggas don't
we up and buck ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to your back out

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas too much, let's set it
to splash bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my up at midnight, tape on a flash light
Youn claim you want beef, it's too tough, called your
Shot you at such close range, blew out your
you with my mack, blast your cage our your back
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got by my ninja's
Casualty after all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, just a
My niggas eat punk like your crew for
Rock ya in broad daylight to the wrist-double
Hit ya lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, talent
Rip through your vest, hit chest, lose your balance
You never had no drama with the real, now ya it?
My got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my click we blastout
The wrong move, show you assed out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust with us
Yo the worst niggas, the bitch to double figures
In new sixes, hennessey with mixes
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel
Fuck a cop, why not, we niggas on your block
Last standin', coked up, we up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the - Lex Coupe
leave a nigga with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo I'll shootin'
in ya double lefts and tell the an'
Marc Li-ive, fuck the pad, his ass
and slide my fuckin' in the stash

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, the key to rock steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, real niggas don't
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to your back out

(Ras Kass)
She musta off like special teams
I walk rare from a muchy bled nigga all lookin' Grenedine
Murder scene, to the head, three to the sline
We tied that number like Kareem
It seems that I used to wonder why niggas give a fuck
2G - niggas is just buck
From to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers
The mirror has two in this room is not proper
So we religiously for peace and pack one
I softly, carry a big dick
these family is my most important riches
but I want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my bitch
And this me, I only see green like a Marine
Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the
with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm 9 and half the time undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and your mother with the brother
The runner, my games' tight
I could talk the Virgin Mary panties the same night

(Castrophe)
And the seventh deadly sin as the terror begins
Me and my came to rob ya for your props and your ends
it in, my niggas want, whatever's costin'
The rings plus the watch, thst chain from the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and stop
Last night my Ice-T had to pop a cop
I write the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to the detail
I put 'em through the system, 'em out at full retail
It's thirty g's for the and the ki's
Throw in the three and take the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At three months now you're gonna read all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two cause I'm
because I rapped on my nigga Ice's LP
It's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, crew
West Coast is in the house nigga, you wanna do?

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck this, realness
sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
Run son the has come, touch ya
Remember this, niggas don't rhyme
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife knife you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, quick to blow your back out

(Outro: Live)
Yeah, deadly sin bitch
Ice-T, Li-ive, Ras Kass, Castrophe...