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 messin' with the worst
One, on, come on, one

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

(Marc Live)
talk, niggas talk 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 your
you with my mack, blast your cage our your back
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got by my ninja's
after casualty all up in ya
Ya not a vet yet bitch, just a beginner
My niggas eat punk like crew for dinner
Rock ya in broad to make the wrist-double
Hit ya lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble
up, feel the Teflon, black talent
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, your balance
You never had no drama the real, now ya want it?
My got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my whole we blastout
The wrong move, show you assed out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to fuck 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, shit, rebel shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on your
Last standin', coked up, we up
Twenty g's, 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex Coupe
I'll a nigga with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo start shootin'
in ya double lefts and tell the an'
Marc Li-ive, the pad, bust his ass
and my fuckin' heat in the stash

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

(Ras Kass)
She kicked off like special teams
I walk rare from a muchy nigga all lookin' like Grenedine
Murder scene, three to the head, to the sline
We tied that motherfuckin' number like
It seems I used to wonder why niggas don't give a fuck
within 2G - niggas is buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at
The has two faces in this room is not proper
So we pray for peace and pack one
I walk softly, a big dick
these family is my most important riches
but I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my
And nigga 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 acid 9 and half the undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and your mother with the brother
The blade runner, my games'
I could talk the Virgin Mary panties the same night

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

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

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