Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

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

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

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck this, realness
sin deadly, raise the key to rock 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 knife you, seven venoms you
Your through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas to blow your back out

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas too much, let's set it
Time to bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my up at midnight, tape on a flash light
Youn claim you want beef, it's too tough, called bluff
Shot you at such close range, blew out eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast cage our your back
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got by my ninja's
Casualty after all up in ya
Ya not a vet yet bitch, just a beginner
My niggas eat like your crew for dinner
Rock ya in broad daylight to make the
Hit ya then lower my gun and ya chest bubble
up, feel the Teflon, black talent
Rip your vest, hit your chest, lose 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 click we blastout
The wrong move, improve you assed out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, to bust fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, the bitch to double figures
In new sixes, hennessey with mixes
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, 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 - Lex Coupe
I'll a nigga with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo start shootin'
in ya lefts and tell the rest an'
Marc Li-ive, fuck the pad, his ass
and slide my fuckin' in the stash

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

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

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh sin as the terror begins
Me and my came to rob ya for your props and your ends
Tuck it in, my want, whatever's costin'
The rings plus the watch, plus chain from the slossin'
Son, why I go in and shit stop
Last night my Ice-T had to pop a cop
I the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to scratch the detail
I put 'em through the system, 'em out at full retail
It's thirty g's for the title and the
Throw in the extra three and the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At three from now you're gonna read all about me
One cause I 'em, two cause I'm wealthy
Three because I on my nigga Ice's LP
It's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, crew
Coast is in the house nigga, what you wanna do?

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers fuck with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to steady
Run son the has come, touch ya
this, real niggas 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' with the click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, quick to blow your back out

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