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 first man you're messin' with the worst
One, on, come on, one

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't with 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
niggas knife you, seven venoms fight you
Your through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas to blow your back out

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas too much, let's set it
Time to bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my regiment up at midnight, tape on a light
Youn you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at such close range, blew out eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our back
Yo, the nigga up and got bucked by my ninja's
Casualty after all up in ya
Ya not a vet yet bitch, just a beginner
My niggas eat punk like crew for dinner
ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya chest
Step up, feel the Teflon, talent
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, your balance
You had no drama with the real, now ya want it?
My got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???

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

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

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

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

(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 don't rhyme
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms you
life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to your back out

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