Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

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

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

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this,
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
Trife niggas knife you, venoms fight you
life's 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
Time to bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my regiment up at midnight, on a flash light
Youn claim you want beef, too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at close range, blew out your eardrum
you with my mack, blast your cage our your back
Yo, the stepped up and got bucked 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 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, black
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, lose balance
You never had no drama with the real, now ya it?
My got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my whole click we
The wrong move, show you assed out
Venom it, the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust fuck us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to double
In new sixes, hennessey with dark
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we niggas on your block
Last standin', up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex
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'
Li-ive, fuck the pad, bust his ass
and slide my fuckin' in the stash

(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, niggas don't rhyme
we up and buck ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas to blow your back out

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

(Castrophe)
And the seventh deadly sin as the terror begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for your props and ends
Tuck it in, my 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 lyrics, tryin' 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
in the extra three and take the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At three months from now you're read all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two I'm wealthy
Three I rapped on my nigga Ice's LP
It's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, crew
West is in the house nigga, what you wanna do?

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this,
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to 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, seven fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to your back out

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