Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and hella motherfuckin' deadly sins
But ever fuck with the seventh bitch

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

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, the key to rock steady
Run son the has come, touch ya
Remember this, real niggas don't
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, 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

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas talk too much, set it
Time to bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics
my regiment up at midnight, tape on a flash light
Youn claim you beef, it's 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 bucked by my
Casualty casualty all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, a beginner
My niggas eat punk your crew for dinner
Rock ya in broad to make the wrist-double
Hit ya lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, black
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, lose your
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 wrong move, show you assed out
Venom it, warn the niggas,
automatic, quick to bust fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to figures
In new sixes, hennessey with dark
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, metal, settle shit, rebel shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we niggas on your block
Last standin', up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the - Lex Coupe
I'll leave a nigga with cement
Now we off lootin', me down, yo I'll start shootin'
in ya double lefts and the rest an'
Marc Li-ive, fuck the pad, his ass
and my fuckin' heat in the stash

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

(Ras Kass)
She musta off like 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 wonder why niggas give a fuck
within 2G - niggas is just
hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers
The mirror has two faces in this room is not
So we religiously for peace and pack one
I softly, carry a big dick
these family is my most important riches
but I want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my bitch
And nigga this me, I see green like a Marine
Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a from the Phillipines
with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and the time undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and your mother the same brother
The blade runner, my tight
I could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the night

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh deadly sin as the begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for props and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, 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 lyrics, tryin' not to scratch 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 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 read all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two cause I'm
Three because I rapped on my 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, raise the key to 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 life's through, with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, quick to blow your back out

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