Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

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

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

(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, real don't 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!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your out

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas too much, let's set it
Time to splash bitch niggas, gun fights,
Call my regiment up at midnight, tape on a flash
Youn claim you want beef, it's too tough, called bluff
Shot you at such range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our back
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got by my ninja's
after 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 make the
Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya bubble
Step up, the Teflon, black talent
Rip through your vest, hit chest, lose your balance
You never had no drama the real, now ya want it?
My skill got you haunted, my got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my whole click we
The wrong move, show you assed out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the 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 niggas on your
standin', coked up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the - Lex Coupe
I'll a nigga with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo I'll start
in ya double and tell the rest an'
Marc Li-ive, the pad, bust his ass
and slide my fuckin' heat in the

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

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

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh deadly sin as the terror
Me and my friends to rob ya for your props and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, whatever's
The rings plus the watch, plus chain 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 lyrics, tryin' not to scratch the detail
I put 'em through the system, 'em out at full retail
It's thirty g's for the title and the
in the extra three and take the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, this is and I'm the Alki
At three months from now you're 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 can't fuck with this,
Seventh sin deadly, the key to rock steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, real don't 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 wrong - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your out

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