Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and hella motherfuckin' deadly sins
But don't ever fuck with the bitch

(Intro: Ras Kass)
Yeah, seventh, uh-huh, first things first man you're messin' 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, real don't rhyme
we up and buck 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 quick to blow your 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 claim you beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at such range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast 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 eat punk like your crew for dinner
Rock ya in broad daylight to the wrist-double
Hit ya lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble
up, feel the Teflon, black talent
Rip through vest, hit your chest, lose your balance
You never had no drama the real, now ya want it?
My skill got you haunted, my got ???

(Marc Live)
blackout, my whole click we blastout
The wrong move, show improve you out
Venom it, the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, the bitch to double figures
In new sixes, hennessey dark mixes
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, shit, rebel shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on your
Last standin', up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the - Lex Coupe
I'll leave a with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo I'll shootin'
in ya double lefts and tell the an'
Marc Li-ive, fuck the pad, his ass
and slide my heat in the stash

(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
this, real niggas don't rhyme
we up and buck 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 to blow your back 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, to the sline
We tied that number like Kareem
It that I used to wonder why niggas don't give a fuck
2G - niggas is just buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' at yompers
The mirror has two in this room is not proper
So we religiously pray for peace and one
I softly, carry a big dick
family jewels is my most important riches
but I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass and my bitch
And nigga this me, I only see green a Marine
Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines
with a immoral nose (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and half the undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain and your mother with the same brother
The blade runner, my games'
I could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the night

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh sin as the terror begins
Me and my friends to rob ya for your props and your ends
it in, my niggas want, whatever's costin'
The rings plus the watch, plus thst from the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and shit
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, slang 'em out at retail
It's g's for the title and the ki's
in the extra three and take the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, 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, lik-wit
West Coast is in the house nigga, what you 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 niggas rhyme
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
niggas knife you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out

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