Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's motherfuckin' deadly sins
But ever fuck with the seventh 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 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 niggas knife you, seven fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to your back 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, it's too tough, your bluff
Shot you at close range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you my mack, blast your 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, just a
My niggas eat punk your crew for dinner
Rock ya in broad to make the wrist-double
Hit ya then my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, the Teflon, black talent
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, lose your
You never had no with the real, now ya want it?
My got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my whole we blastout
The wrong move, show improve you out
Venom it, the niggas, treacherous
automatic, quick to bust fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the to double figures
In new sixes, hennessey with dark
The richest, fuck around, you fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we niggas on your block
standin', coked up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex
leave a nigga with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo start shootin'
in ya lefts and tell the rest an'
Li-ive, fuck the pad, bust his ass
and my fuckin' 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 hour has come, ya
Remember this, real niggas don't
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow back out

(Ras Kass)
She musta kicked off like teams
I walk from a muchy bled nigga all lookin' like Grenedine
Murder scene, three to the head, to the sline
We tied that motherfuckin' number Kareem
It seems that I used to wonder why don't give a fuck
within 2G - niggas is just
hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers
The has two faces in this room is not proper
So we religiously pray for and pack one
I walk softly, carry a big
these family jewels is my most important
but I still 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 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 with the same brother
The blade runner, my games'
I could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the night

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh sin as the terror begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for your and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, costin'
The rings plus the watch, plus thst chain from the
Son, that's why I go in and shit
night my nigga 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
thirty g's for the title and the ki's
Throw in the three and take the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, this is lik-wit and I'm the
At three months 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, fam, lik-wit crew
West Coast is in the nigga, what you wanna 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 don't rhyme
we up and buck ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven fight you
life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow back out

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