Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's motherfuckin' 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, 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 has come, touch ya
this, real niggas don't rhyme
we walk up and ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife knife you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow back out

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, talk too much, let's set it
Time to bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics
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 with my mack, blast cage our your back
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got by my ninja's
Casualty casualty all up in ya
Ya not a vet yet bitch, just a beginner
My niggas eat punk like crew for dinner
ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, the Teflon, black talent
Rip through your vest, hit chest, lose your balance
You had no drama with the real, now ya want it?
My got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???

(Marc Live)
blackout, my whole click we blastout
The wrong move, show improve you out
Venom it, the niggas, treacherous
automatic, quick to bust fuck with us
Yo the niggas, work the bitch to double figures
In new sixes, hennessey with mixes
The richest, fuck around, you 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 trunk - Lex
I'll a nigga with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo I'll 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 fuck with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, the key to rock steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, niggas don't rhyme
we up and buck ya
Stuck ya in the head, 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 rare from a muchy bled nigga all lookin' like Grenedine
Murder scene, three to the head, three to the
We tied that number like Kareem
It seems that I to wonder why niggas don't give a fuck
within 2G - is just buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at
The mirror has two faces in room is not proper
So we religiously for peace and pack one
I walk softly, a big dick
these jewels is my most important riches
but I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass and my bitch
And nigga this me, I only see green like a
Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a from the Phillipines
with a immoral nose (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm 9 and half the time undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and your with the same brother
The blade runner, my tight
I could talk the Mary outta panties the same night

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh deadly sin as the begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for your props and your
Tuck it in, my want, whatever's costin'
The rings plus the watch, thst chain from the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and stop
Last night my nigga 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 full
It's thirty g's for the title and the
Throw in the extra 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 smoke 'em, two I'm wealthy
Three because I rapped on my nigga LP
It's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, lik-wit
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 rock
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, niggas don't rhyme
we up and buck ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas knife you, venoms fight you
Your life's through, with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas to blow your back out

(Outro: Live)
Yeah, deadly sin bitch
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