Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

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

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

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

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas talk too much, 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 such close range, blew out eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our your
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got by my ninja's
Casualty casualty all up in ya
Ya not a vet yet bitch, just a beginner
My niggas eat like your crew for dinner
Rock ya in broad daylight to the wrist-double
Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya chest
Step up, the Teflon, black talent
Rip your vest, hit your chest, lose your balance
You never had no drama with the real, now ya it?
My got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???

(Marc Live)
blackout, my whole click we blastout
The wrong move, improve you assed out
Venom it, warn the niggas,
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust with us
Yo the worst niggas, the bitch to double figures
In new sixes, hennessey with mixes
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, shit, rebel 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 cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo start shootin'
in ya double lefts and the rest an'
Marc Li-ive, the pad, bust his ass
and slide my fuckin' in the stash

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this,
sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, real niggas don't
we walk up and ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms you
life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow back 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 that 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 room is not
So we pray for peace and pack one
I walk softly, a big dick
family jewels is my most important riches
but I still want my liquor, my friends and my bitch
And nigga this me, I see green like a Marine
Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines
with a nose ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm 9 and half the time undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and mother with the same brother
The blade runner, my games'
I could talk the Mary outta panties the same night

(Castrophe)
And the seventh deadly sin as the terror begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for your props and ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, whatever's
The rings plus the watch, plus thst chain the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and shit
night my nigga Ice-T had to pop a cop
I write the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to the detail
I put 'em through the system, slang 'em out at full
thirty g's for the title and the ki's
Throw in the extra and take the tyres 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 I smoke 'em, two cause 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 fuck this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, real niggas don't
we up and buck ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas knife you, venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to your back out

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