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, things first man you're messin' with the worst
One, come on, on, one

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

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, talk too much, let's set it
Time to splash niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my up at midnight, tape on a flash light
Youn claim you want beef, it's too tough, your bluff
Shot you at close range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, your cage our your back
Yo, the stepped up and got bucked by my ninja's
after casualty all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, a beginner
My eat punk like your crew for dinner
Rock ya in broad to make the wrist-double
Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, talent
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, 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, warn the niggas,
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to figures
In new sixes, with dark mixes
The richest, fuck around, you fix it
Toke, heavy metal, shit, rebel shit
a cop, why not, we last 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', me down, yo I'll start shootin'
in ya double lefts and tell the an'
Li-ive, fuck the pad, bust his ass
and slide my heat in the stash

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck this, realness
sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
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 venoms you
Your life's through, fuckin' the wrong click - kapow!!
the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out

(Ras Kass)
She kicked off like special teams
I walk rare from a muchy bled nigga all lookin' Grenedine
Murder scene, to the head, three to the sline
We tied that motherfuckin' number like
It seems that I used to wonder why don't give a fuck
within 2G - niggas is just
From to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers
The mirror has two faces in this room is not
So we pray for peace and pack one
I walk softly, carry a big
these family jewels is my 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 from the Phillipines
with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm 9 and half the time undercover
you, your lesbain lover and your mother with the same brother
The blade runner, my tight
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 props and ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, costin'
The rings 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, tryin' not to scratch the
I put 'em through the system, slang 'em out at full
It's thirty g's for the title and the
Throw in the extra three and the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, this is and I'm the Alki
At three months from now you're gonna read all me
One I smoke 'em, two cause I'm wealthy
Three because I on my nigga Ice's LP
Castrophe, lik-wit fam, lik-wit crew
West Coast is in the house nigga, what you do?

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo can't 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 walk up and ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow back out

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