Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's hella deadly sins
But don't ever fuck 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 can't fuck 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 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, quick to blow your back out

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas too much, let's set it
Time to splash niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my regiment up at midnight, on a flash light
Youn claim you want beef, it's too tough, called your
you at such close range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, your cage our your back
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got bucked by my
after casualty all up in ya
Ya not a vet yet bitch, just a beginner
My eat punk like your crew for dinner
Rock ya in broad daylight to make the
Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya bubble
up, feel the Teflon, black talent
Rip your vest, hit your chest, lose your balance
You never had no drama the real, now ya want it?
My got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my whole we blastout
The move, show improve you assed out
Venom it, warn the niggas,
automatic, quick to bust fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, the bitch to double figures
In new sixes, with dark mixes
The richest, fuck around, you fix it
Toke, metal, settle shit, rebel shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on block
Last standin', coked up, we up
Twenty g's, 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex Coupe
I'll leave a nigga with boots
Now we off lootin', me down, yo I'll start shootin'
in ya double lefts and tell the an'
Marc Li-ive, fuck the pad, his ass
and my fuckin' heat in the stash

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers fuck with this, realness
sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
Run son the has come, touch 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 through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow back out

(Ras Kass)
She musta kicked off like special
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 to wonder why niggas don't give a fuck
within 2G - is just buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' at yompers
The mirror has two faces in this room is not
So we religiously pray for peace and one
I softly, carry 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 see green like a Marine
Support Calvin jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines
with a immoral ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and half the undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and mother with the same brother
The runner, my games' tight
I talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the same night

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh deadly sin as the terror
Me and my friends came to rob ya for props and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, costin'
The rings plus the watch, plus thst chain the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and stop
Last 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, 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, this is lik-wit and I'm the
At three months from now you're gonna all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two cause I'm
Three because I rapped on my Ice's LP
It's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, crew
West Coast is in the house nigga, you wanna do?

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo can't fuck with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, 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 knife you, seven venoms fight you
Your 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...