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

(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 niggas rhyme
we up and buck ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your out

(Marc Live)
talk, niggas talk too much, let's set it
Time to splash bitch niggas, gun fights,
Call my regiment up at midnight, tape on a light
Youn you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at close range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast cage our your 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 eat punk like your crew for dinner
Rock ya in daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya then my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, black
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, lose your
You never had no drama the real, now ya want it?
My got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my click we blastout
The wrong move, improve you assed out
Venom it, the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to double
In new sixes, hennessey with dark
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, metal, settle shit, rebel shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on your
standin', coked up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex
I'll leave a nigga with cement
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo I'll start
in ya lefts 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 motherfuckers fuck with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock
Run son the has come, touch ya
Remember this, real niggas rhyme
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven fight you
Your life's through, with the wrong click - kapow!!
the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out

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

(Castrophe)
And that's the deadly sin as the terror begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for props and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, costin'
The rings plus the watch, plus chain from the slossin'
Son, why I go in and shit stop
night my nigga Ice-T had to pop a cop
I write the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to the detail
I put 'em through the system, slang 'em out at retail
It's g's for the title and the ki's
in the extra three and take the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, this is and I'm the Alki
At three months from now you're gonna all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two I'm wealthy
Three I rapped 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 with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to steady
Run son the has come, touch 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 through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas to blow your back out

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