Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's hella motherfuckin' sins
But don't fuck with the seventh 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 fuck 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 niggas knife you, seven venoms you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the wrong - 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,
Call my regiment up at midnight, tape on a flash
claim you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at such range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, your cage our your back
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got by my ninja's
Casualty after all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, just a
My eat punk like your crew for dinner
Rock ya in daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, black
Rip through your vest, hit chest, lose your balance
You never had no drama the real, now ya want it?
My skill got you haunted, my got ???

(Marc Live)
blackout, my whole click we blastout
The wrong move, improve you assed out
Venom it, warn the niggas,
Squeeze automatic, quick to fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to double
In new sixes, with dark mixes
The richest, fuck around, you fix it
Toke, heavy metal, shit, rebel shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on block
Last standin', coked up, we up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the - Lex Coupe
I'll leave a nigga with boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo I'll start
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 fuck with this,
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
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven fight you
Your life's through, with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to your back out

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

(Castrophe)
And the seventh 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, whatever's
The rings plus the watch, plus thst chain 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 and the ki's
in the extra three and take the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At months from now you're gonna read all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two cause I'm
Three because I on my nigga Ice's LP
Castrophe, lik-wit fam, lik-wit crew
West Coast is in the house nigga, what you do?

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

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