Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's motherfuckin' deadly sins
But don't ever fuck with the 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 fuck this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to steady
Run son the has come, touch ya
Remember this, real niggas rhyme
we walk up and ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, venoms fight you
Your through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your out

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, talk too much, let's set it
Time to splash bitch niggas, gun fights,
Call my regiment up at midnight, 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 my mack, blast your cage our your back
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got bucked by my
after casualty all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, just a
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, black
Rip through your vest, hit chest, lose 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, show improve you out
Venom it, the niggas, treacherous
automatic, quick to bust fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to double
In new sixes, hennessey dark mixes
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel
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 trunk - Lex
I'll leave a with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo I'll shootin'
in ya double and tell the rest an'
Marc Li-ive, fuck the pad, his ass
and slide my fuckin' heat in the

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this,
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
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven fight you
Your through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, quick to blow your back out

(Ras Kass)
She musta kicked off like special
I walk rare from a muchy bled all lookin' like Grenedine
Murder scene, to the head, three to the sline
We tied that motherfuckin' number like
It seems that I used to wonder why don't give a fuck
2G - niggas is just buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, stompers at yompers
The mirror has two faces in this is not proper
So we religiously pray for and pack one
I softly, carry a big dick
these 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
Support Calvin 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 your mother with the brother
The blade runner, my games'
I could talk the Virgin Mary outta the same night

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh deadly sin as the begins
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 from the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and shit
Last night my nigga 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 thirty g's for the and the ki's
Throw in the extra three and take the and the D's
Nigga please, this is and I'm the Alki
At three months from now you're gonna all about me
One I smoke 'em, two cause I'm wealthy
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 with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock
Run son the has come, touch ya
Remember this, real niggas rhyme
we walk up and ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your out

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