Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and hella motherfuckin' deadly sins
But don't ever with 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 can't with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock
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 knife you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your out

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas too much, let's set it
Time to splash niggas, gun fights, paramedics
my regiment up at midnight, tape on a flash light
Youn you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at close range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our back
Yo, the stepped up and got bucked by my ninja's
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 daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya then my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, talent
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, your balance
You never had no 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, improve you assed out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to double
In new sixes, with dark mixes
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last on your block
standin', coked up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex
I'll leave a nigga with cement
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 heat in the stash

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers fuck with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, real don't rhyme
we up and buck ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the 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, three to the
We tied that motherfuckin' like Kareem
It seems that I to wonder why niggas don't give a fuck
2G - niggas is just buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at
The mirror has two faces in this is not proper
So we religiously pray for peace and one
I walk softly, a big dick
family jewels is my most important riches
but I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my
And nigga this me, I only see like a Marine
Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch the Phillipines
with a immoral ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm 9 and half the time undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and your mother with the same
The blade runner, my tight
I talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the same night

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh deadly sin as the begins
Me and my came to rob ya for your props and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, costin'
The plus the watch, plus thst chain from the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and 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 through the system, slang 'em out at retail
It's g's for the title and the ki's
Throw in the extra three and the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At three months 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 nigga, what you wanna do?

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, the key to rock steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, real don't rhyme
we up and buck 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 your out

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