Luyện nghe bài hát The 7th )

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

(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 fuck with this,
Seventh sin deadly, 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 venoms you
Your life's through, fuckin' the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, quick 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, tape on a light
Youn claim you beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at close range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our back
Yo, the stepped up and got bucked by my ninja's
Casualty casualty all up in ya
Ya not a vet yet bitch, just a beginner
My niggas eat punk like crew for dinner
Rock ya in broad daylight to the wrist-double
Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya chest
Step up, feel the Teflon, black
Rip through your vest, hit your chest, lose your
You never had no drama the real, now ya want it?
My skill got you haunted, my got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my whole we blastout
The wrong move, show you assed out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust fuck us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to double
In new sixes, hennessey with mixes
The richest, fuck around, you fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel
Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on block
standin', coked up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the - Lex Coupe
I'll leave a nigga with cement
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 this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to 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 venoms you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out

(Ras Kass)
She kicked off like special teams
I walk rare a muchy bled 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 wonder why niggas don't give a
within 2G - niggas is 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 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 only see like a Marine
Support Calvin jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines
with a nose ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and the time undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and your mother with the same
The blade runner, my tight
I could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the same

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh deadly sin as the begins
Me and my came to rob ya for your props and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, costin'
The rings plus the watch, plus thst from the slossin'
Son, why I go in and shit stop
Last night my nigga had to pop a cop
I write the chop-chop lyrics, not to scratch the detail
I put 'em the system, slang 'em out at full retail
It's g's for the title and the ki's
Throw in the three and take the tyres and the D's
please, this is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At three months 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 fuck with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, niggas don't rhyme
we walk up and ya
ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven fight you
Your through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, quick to blow your back out

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