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 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, raise the key to rock
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, real niggas don't
we up and buck ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' the wrong click - kapow!!
the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas too much, let's set it
to splash bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my regiment up at midnight, on a flash light
Youn claim you want beef, it's too tough, your bluff
Shot you at such close range, blew out your
Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our your
Yo, the nigga up and got bucked by my ninja's
Casualty casualty all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, a beginner
My niggas eat punk like your crew for
Rock ya in broad daylight to the wrist-double
Hit ya then my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, the Teflon, black talent
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, lose balance
You never had no drama with the real, now ya it?
My got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my whole click we
The wrong move, show improve you out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, to bust fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the to double figures
In new sixes, with dark mixes
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, 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex Coupe
I'll leave a with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo start shootin'
in ya double and tell the rest an'
Li-ive, fuck the pad, bust his ass
and slide my fuckin' in the stash

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

(Ras Kass)
She kicked off like special teams
I rare from a muchy bled nigga all lookin' like Grenedine
Murder scene, three to the head, to the sline
We tied motherfuckin' number like Kareem
It seems I used to wonder why niggas don't give a fuck
2G - niggas is just buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, stompers at yompers
The has two faces in this room is not proper
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 sorry-ass friends and my
And nigga this me, I only see green like a
Support Calvin jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines
a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm 9 and half the time undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain and your mother with the same 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 came to rob ya for your and your ends
it in, my niggas want, whatever's costin'
The plus the watch, plus thst chain from the slossin'
Son, why I go in and shit stop
night my nigga Ice-T had to pop a cop
I write the chop-chop lyrics, not to scratch 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 three and take the tyres and the D's
please, this is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At three months from now you're gonna read all me
One cause I smoke 'em, two I'm wealthy
Three because I on my nigga Ice's LP
It's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, crew
West Coast is in the house nigga, you wanna do?

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

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