Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

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

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

(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
this, real niggas don't rhyme
we walk up and 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

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas talk too much, set it
Time to splash bitch niggas, gun fights,
Call my up at midnight, tape on a flash light
Youn claim you want beef, it's too tough, called your
you at such 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 vet yet bitch, just a beginner
My niggas eat like your crew for dinner
ya in broad 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 your
You never had no drama with the real, now ya it?
My skill got you haunted, my got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my click we blastout
The move, show improve you assed out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust fuck us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to double
In new sixes, with dark mixes
The richest, fuck around, you fix it
Toke, heavy metal, shit, rebel shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on block
standin', coked up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex
I'll a nigga with 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 my fuckin' heat in the stash

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

(Ras Kass)
She musta kicked off like special
I walk rare from a muchy bled nigga all lookin' Grenedine
Murder scene, three to the head, three to the
We tied that motherfuckin' number like
It seems that I used to why niggas don't give a fuck
within 2G - is just buck
hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers
The mirror has two in this room is not proper
So we religiously pray for and pack one
I walk softly, carry a big
these family jewels is my most riches
but I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my
And nigga this me, I only see green like a
Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the
with a nose ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and the time undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain and your mother with the same brother
The runner, my games' tight
I could talk the Virgin outta panties the same night

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh deadly sin as the terror
Me and my friends came to rob ya for your and your ends
Tuck it in, my want, whatever's costin'
The rings plus the watch, 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
It's thirty g's for the title and the
Throw in the extra three and take the and the D's
please, this is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At three from now you're gonna read all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two cause I'm
Three because I rapped on my Ice's LP
It's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, crew
Coast is in the house nigga, what you wanna do?

(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 niggas don't
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife knife you, seven venoms fight you
life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas to blow your back out

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