Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's hella motherfuckin' deadly
But don't ever fuck the seventh bitch

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

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

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, talk too much, let's set it
to splash bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my regiment up at midnight, on a flash light
Youn claim you want beef, it's too tough, called bluff
Shot you at such range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our your
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got bucked by my
after 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 daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, black
Rip through your vest, hit chest, lose your balance
You never had no drama with the real, now ya it?
My skill got you haunted, my got ???

(Marc Live)
blackout, my whole click we blastout
The wrong move, show improve you out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to double
In new sixes, hennessey with dark
The richest, fuck around, you fix it
Toke, heavy metal, shit, rebel shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on block
Last standin', coked up, we up
g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex Coupe
I'll leave a nigga 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' heat in the

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this,
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 knife you, seven venoms fight you
Your through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out

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

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh sin as the terror begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for your props and ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, costin'
The rings the watch, plus thst chain from the slossin'
Son, why I go in and shit stop
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, slang 'em out at retail
It's thirty g's for the and the ki's
Throw in the extra three and 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 'em, two cause I'm wealthy
Three 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 motherfuckers can't fuck this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to steady
Run son the has come, touch ya
Remember this, niggas don't rhyme
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, with the wrong click - kapow!!
the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out

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