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 seventh

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

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers fuck with this, realness
sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, real niggas rhyme
we up and buck ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' the wrong click - kapow!!
the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas talk too much, set it
Time to splash niggas, gun fights, paramedics
my regiment up at midnight, tape on a flash light
Youn you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at such close range, out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our your
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got bucked by my
Casualty casualty all up in ya
Ya not a vet yet bitch, just a beginner
My niggas eat like your crew for dinner
ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, talent
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, lose your
You never had no drama with the real, now ya it?
My skill got you haunted, my got ???

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

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

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

(Castrophe)
And the seventh deadly sin as the terror begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for your and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, costin'
The rings plus the watch, plus thst chain the slossin'
Son, why I go in and shit stop
Last my nigga Ice-T had to pop a cop
I write the chop-chop lyrics, not to scratch 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 extra and take the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, this is lik-wit and I'm the
At three from now you're gonna read all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two I'm wealthy
Three because I rapped on my 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 can't with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock
Run son the has come, touch ya
Remember this, real 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, quick to blow your back out

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