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 you're messin' 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, seven fight you
Your life's through, with 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 claim you want beef, too tough, called your bluff
you at such close range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our back
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got bucked by my
Casualty casualty all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, just a
My eat punk like your crew for dinner
Rock ya in broad daylight to the wrist-double
Hit ya lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, talent
Rip your vest, hit your chest, lose your balance
You never had no with the real, now ya want it?
My skill got you haunted, my got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my whole click we
The wrong move, improve you assed out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to figures
In new sixes, with dark mixes
The richest, fuck around, you fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel
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
leave a nigga with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo start shootin'
in ya double lefts and the rest an'
Li-ive, fuck 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 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' with the click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to your back out

(Ras Kass)
She musta kicked off 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 motherfuckin' like Kareem
It seems that I used to why niggas don't give a fuck
2G - niggas is just buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' at yompers
The mirror has two faces in this is not proper
So we religiously pray for 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 from the Phillipines
with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and half the undercover
you, your lesbain lover and your mother with the same brother
The runner, my games' tight
I could talk the Virgin 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 niggas want, whatever's
The rings plus the watch, thst chain from the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and shit
Last night my 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
thirty g's for the title and the ki's
Throw in the three and take the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At months from now you're gonna read all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two I'm wealthy
Three because I rapped on my nigga LP
Castrophe, lik-wit fam, lik-wit crew
West Coast is in the nigga, what you wanna do?

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

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