Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

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

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

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

(Marc Live)
talk, niggas talk too much, let's set it
Time to bitch 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, out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, your cage our your back
Yo, the nigga up and got bucked by my ninja's
Casualty after all up in ya
Ya not a vet yet bitch, just a beginner
My niggas eat punk like crew for dinner
Rock ya in broad daylight to make the
Hit ya then my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, black
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, lose balance
You never had no drama the real, now ya want it?
My got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my whole click we
The wrong move, show you assed out
Venom it, the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to fuck with us
Yo the niggas, work 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 on your block
Last standin', coked up, we up
Twenty g's, 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex Coupe
I'll leave a nigga with boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo start shootin'
in ya lefts 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 fuck with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to steady
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 venoms you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the wrong - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas to blow your back out

(Ras Kass)
She musta kicked off like special
I walk rare from a bled nigga all lookin' like Grenedine
Murder scene, three to the head, three to the
We tied that motherfuckin' like Kareem
It seems that I used to wonder why niggas give a fuck
2G - niggas is just buck
From to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers
The has two faces in this room is not proper
So we religiously pray for and pack one
I walk softly, a big dick
these family is my most important riches
but I still want my liquor, my friends and my bitch
And nigga this me, I only see green like a
Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch the Phillipines
with a immoral nose (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm 9 and half the time undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and your with the same brother
The blade runner, my tight
I could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the same

(Castrophe)
And that's the deadly sin as the terror begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for props and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, whatever's
The plus the watch, plus thst chain from the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and stop
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 full
It's thirty g's for the and the ki's
Throw in the extra and take the tyres and the D's
please, this is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At three months from now gonna read all about me
One I smoke 'em, two cause I'm wealthy
Three because I rapped on my Ice's LP
It's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, crew
West Coast is in the nigga, what you wanna do?

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers fuck with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock
Run son the has come, touch ya
Remember this, niggas 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, fuckin' the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas to blow your back out

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