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

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo can't fuck with this, realness
sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, real don't rhyme
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas knife you, 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
to splash bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my regiment up at midnight, on a flash light
Youn claim you want beef, too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at such close range, blew out eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast your our your back
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got bucked by my
Casualty after all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, a beginner
My niggas eat punk like your for dinner
Rock ya in broad 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, your balance
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 you assed out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust fuck us
Yo the worst niggas, the bitch to double figures
In new sixes, hennessey dark mixes
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, shit, rebel shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on block
standin', coked up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the - Lex Coupe
I'll leave a nigga cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo I'll shootin'
in ya double and tell the rest an'
Marc Li-ive, fuck the pad, his ass
and slide my fuckin' heat in the

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

(Ras Kass)
She musta kicked off special teams
I walk rare from a muchy bled nigga all like Grenedine
Murder scene, to the head, three to the sline
We that motherfuckin' number like Kareem
It seems that I used to wonder why niggas don't a fuck
2G - niggas is just buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, stompers at yompers
The mirror has two faces in room is not proper
So we pray for peace and pack one
I softly, carry a big dick
these family jewels is my important riches
but I want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my bitch
And nigga me, I only see green like a Marine
Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the
with a immoral nose (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and the time undercover
you, your lesbain lover and your mother with the same brother
The blade runner, my games'
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 your props and your
Tuck it in, my niggas want, costin'
The rings plus the watch, plus 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 lyrics, tryin' not to scratch the detail
I put 'em through the system, slang 'em out at full
It's thirty g's for the 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 three months from now you're gonna 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, crew
West is in the house nigga, what you wanna do?

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck 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
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife knife you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to your back out

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