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 you're messin' with the
One, on, come on, one

(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
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your out

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas talk too much, set it
Time to splash bitch niggas, gun fights,
Call my regiment up at midnight, tape on a light
Youn claim you want beef, too tough, called your bluff
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 by my ninja's
Casualty after all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, just a
My niggas eat punk like your crew for
Rock ya in daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya then lower my gun and ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, black
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, lose balance
You had no drama with the real, now ya want it?
My skill got you haunted, my 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, 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 - 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, the pad, bust his ass
and slide my 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 hour has come, ya
Remember this, 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 to blow your back out

(Ras Kass)
She musta kicked off special teams
I walk rare from a bled nigga all lookin' like Grenedine
Murder scene, three to the head, to the sline
We tied motherfuckin' number like Kareem
It seems that I used to why niggas don't give a fuck
within 2G - niggas is buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at
The mirror has two faces in this is not proper
So we religiously for peace and pack one
I walk softly, carry a big
these family jewels is my most riches
but I want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my bitch
And nigga this me, I see green like a Marine
Support Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines
with a immoral ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and half the time
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and your mother with the same
The blade runner, my games'
I talk the Virgin 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 ends
Tuck it in, my want, whatever's costin'
The rings the watch, plus thst chain from the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and stop
Last my nigga Ice-T had to pop a cop
I write the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to the detail
I put 'em the system, slang 'em out at full retail
thirty g's for the title and the ki's
Throw in the extra three and the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, this is and I'm the Alki
At three months from now gonna read all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two I'm wealthy
Three because I rapped on my Ice's 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 can't fuck this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to 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 niggas knife you, seven venoms you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas to blow your back out

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