Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

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

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

(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
this, real niggas don't rhyme
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, 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)
Enough talk, niggas too much, let's set it
Time to splash bitch niggas, gun fights,
my regiment up at midnight, tape on a flash light
Youn you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at close range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you my mack, blast your cage our your back
Yo, the stepped up and got bucked by my ninja's
Casualty casualty 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 to make the wrist-double
Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya chest
up, feel the Teflon, black talent
Rip through 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 whole we blastout
The move, show improve you assed out
Venom it, warn the niggas,
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the to double figures
In new sixes, with dark mixes
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel
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
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'
Li-ive, fuck the pad, bust his ass
and slide my fuckin' heat in the

(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 don't
we up and buck ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to your back out

(Ras Kass)
She kicked off like special teams
I walk rare from a muchy bled nigga all like Grenedine
scene, three to the head, three to the sline
We tied motherfuckin' number like Kareem
It seems I used to wonder why niggas don't give a fuck
within 2G - is just buck
From to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers
The mirror has two faces in this room is not
So we religiously pray for and pack one
I softly, carry a big dick
these family is my most important riches
but I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my
And nigga this me, I only see green like a
Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the
a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and half the time
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and mother 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 and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, costin'
The plus the watch, plus thst chain from the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and 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, 'em out at full retail
It's thirty g's for the title and the
Throw in the three and take the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, this is and I'm the Alki
At three months from now gonna read all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two I'm wealthy
Three I rapped 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 can't fuck this, realness
sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, real niggas don't
we walk up and ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the wrong - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to your back out

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