Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

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

(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 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
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 splash niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my regiment up at midnight, on a flash light
Youn you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
you at such close range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast cage our your back
Yo, the nigga up and got bucked by my ninja's
Casualty after all up in ya
Ya not a vet yet bitch, just a beginner
My niggas eat punk like your for dinner
ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya then lower my gun and ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, talent
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, lose your
You had no drama 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 bitch to figures
In new sixes, hennessey with mixes
The richest, fuck around, you fix it
Toke, heavy metal, shit, rebel shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on block
standin', coked up, we fucked 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 start shootin'
in ya double lefts and tell the an'
Marc Li-ive, the pad, bust his ass
and slide my fuckin' heat in the

(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 up and buck ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife knife you, seven venoms 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 special teams
I walk from a muchy bled nigga all lookin' like Grenedine
Murder scene, to the head, three to the sline
We tied motherfuckin' number like Kareem
It that I used to wonder why niggas don't give a fuck
2G - niggas is just buck
From to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers
The mirror has two faces in this room is not
So we pray for peace and pack one
I walk softly, carry a big
these family jewels is my most important
but I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass and my bitch
And this me, I only see green like a Marine
Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines
with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm 9 and half the time undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain and your mother with the same brother
The blade runner, my games'
I could talk the Virgin Mary panties the same night

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh deadly sin as the begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for props and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, whatever's
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 write the chop-chop lyrics, not to scratch the detail
I put 'em the system, slang '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, this is and I'm the Alki
At three months now you're 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
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 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 through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out

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