Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's hella motherfuckin' sins
But don't ever with the seventh 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 fuck with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock
Run son the hour has come, ya
this, real niggas don't rhyme
we walk up and 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 blow your out

(Marc Live)
talk, niggas talk too much, let's set it
Time to bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my up at midnight, tape on a flash light
Youn claim you 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 casualty all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, a beginner
My niggas eat punk like crew for dinner
Rock ya in broad daylight to the wrist-double
Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, talent
Rip through your vest, hit chest, lose your balance
You had no drama with the real, now ya want it?
My skill got you haunted, my got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my click we blastout
The wrong move, show you assed out
Venom it, warn the niggas,
Squeeze automatic, quick to fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, the bitch to double figures
In new sixes, hennessey dark mixes
The richest, fuck around, you fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on your
Last standin', up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex
I'll leave a with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo start shootin'
in ya lefts and tell the rest an'
Marc Li-ive, the pad, bust 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, niggas don't rhyme
we walk up and ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife knife you, seven venoms fight you
Your through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your out

(Ras Kass)
She musta off like special teams
I walk rare from a muchy nigga all lookin' like Grenedine
Murder scene, three to the head, three to the
We tied that number like Kareem
It that I used to wonder why niggas don't give a fuck
within 2G - is just buck
From to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers
The has two faces in this room is not proper
So we religiously pray for 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 nigga this me, I only see green a Marine
Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines
with a immoral nose (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and the time undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and your mother with the brother
The blade runner, my games'
I could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the 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 rings plus the watch, plus chain from the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and stop
Last night my Ice-T had to pop a cop
I the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to scratch the detail
I put 'em the system, slang 'em out at full retail
It's thirty g's for the and the ki's
Throw in the extra three and take the and the D's
please, this is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At three months from now you're 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, lik-wit
West Coast is in the house nigga, what you do?

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers fuck with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock
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 you, seven venoms fight you
life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to your back out

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