Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

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

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

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

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas talk too much, set it
Time to bitch 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
Shot you at such close range, blew out your
Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our your
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got by my ninja's
Casualty after all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, a beginner
My niggas eat punk like your crew for
ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya chest
Step up, feel the Teflon, black
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, lose balance
You never had no with the real, now ya want it?
My skill got you haunted, my got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my click we blastout
The move, show improve you assed out
Venom it, warn the niggas,
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust fuck us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to figures
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', 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 I'll shootin'
in ya double and tell the rest an'
Li-ive, fuck the pad, bust his ass
and my fuckin' heat in the stash

(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, real niggas rhyme
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife knife you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the wrong - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your out

(Ras Kass)
She musta kicked off special teams
I walk rare from a bled nigga all lookin' like Grenedine
scene, three to the head, three to the sline
We tied that number like Kareem
It seems that I used to wonder why don't give a fuck
within 2G - niggas is buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' 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 important riches
but I want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my bitch
And nigga this me, I only see like a Marine
Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the
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 tight
I could the Virgin Mary outta panties the same night

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh deadly sin as the terror
Me and my friends to rob ya for your 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 shit
Last night my nigga had to pop a cop
I write the lyrics, tryin' 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 take the and the D's
Nigga please, is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At three months from now you're gonna read all me
One cause I smoke 'em, two I'm wealthy
because I rapped on my nigga Ice's LP
It's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, crew
West is in the house nigga, what you wanna do?

(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
this, real niggas don't rhyme
we up and buck ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms you
Your through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, quick to blow your back out

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