Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's hella deadly sins
But don't ever with the seventh bitch

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

(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 up and buck 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 to blow your back 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, 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 stepped up and got by my ninja's
Casualty after all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, just a
My niggas eat punk like your for dinner
ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya then lower my gun and ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, talent
Rip through your vest, hit chest, lose your balance
You had no drama with the real, now ya want it?
My skill got you haunted, my got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my click we blastout
The wrong move, improve you assed out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to fuck 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, metal, settle shit, rebel shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last on your block
Last standin', up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex Coupe
I'll leave a nigga cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo start shootin'
in ya double and tell the rest an'
Li-ive, fuck the pad, bust his ass
and slide my fuckin' heat in the

(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, real niggas rhyme
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, quick to blow your back out

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

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh sin as the terror begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for your props and your
Tuck it in, my niggas want, costin'
The rings plus the watch, plus thst chain from the
Son, that's why I go in and stop
Last my nigga 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 thirty g's for the title and the
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 from now gonna read all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two I'm wealthy
Three because I rapped on my Ice's LP
It's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, crew
Coast is in the house nigga, what you wanna do?

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

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