Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's hella 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, come on, on, one

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

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas talk too much, set it
to splash bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my regiment up at midnight, on a flash light
claim you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at such close range, blew out your
Caught you with my mack, your cage our your back
Yo, the stepped 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 to make the wrist-double
Hit ya lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, talent
Rip your vest, hit your chest, lose your balance
You had no drama with 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, improve you assed out
Venom it, the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust with us
Yo the worst niggas, the bitch to double figures
In new sixes, hennessey with mixes
The richest, fuck around, you 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 with cement boots
Now we off lootin', me down, yo I'll start shootin'
in ya double lefts and the rest an'
Marc Li-ive, the pad, bust his ass
and slide my heat in the stash

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

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

(Castrophe)
And that's the deadly sin as the terror begins
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, plus chain from the slossin'
Son, why I go in and shit stop
Last night my Ice-T had to pop a cop
I write the chop-chop lyrics, not to scratch the detail
I put 'em through the system, 'em out at full retail
It's g's for the title and the ki's
Throw in the extra three and take the and the D's
please, this is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At three months now you're gonna read all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two cause I'm
Three because I rapped on my nigga LP
It's Castrophe, fam, lik-wit crew
West Coast is in the nigga, what you wanna do?

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers fuck with this, realness
sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
Run son the has come, touch ya
Remember this, real niggas rhyme
we up and buck ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven fight you
Your 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...