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 bitch

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

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to steady
Run son the has come, touch ya
Remember this, niggas don't 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 blow back out

(Marc Live)
talk, niggas 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 beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at close range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you my mack, blast your cage our your back
Yo, the nigga stepped up and got bucked by my
Casualty casualty all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, a beginner
My niggas eat punk your crew for dinner
ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya then my gun and watch 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 got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my click we blastout
The wrong move, show improve you out
it, warn the niggas, treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the to double figures
In new sixes, hennessey with mixes
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel
Fuck a cop, why not, we last on your block
Last standin', coked up, we up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex
I'll leave a with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo I'll shootin'
in ya double and tell the rest an'
Li-ive, fuck the pad, bust his ass
and my fuckin' heat in the stash

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

(Ras Kass)
She musta kicked off special teams
I walk rare from a bled nigga all lookin' like Grenedine
scene, three to the head, three to the sline
We tied motherfuckin' number like Kareem
It seems that I used to wonder why niggas don't give a
2G - niggas is just buck
From to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers
The mirror has two faces in room is not proper
So we religiously pray for peace and one
I walk softly, carry a big
family jewels is my most important riches
but I still want my liquor, my friends and my bitch
And nigga this me, I only see green a Marine
Support Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines
with a immoral ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and half the time
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and mother with the same brother
The blade runner, my games'
I could talk the Virgin outta panties 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 your
it in, my niggas want, whatever's 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 the chop-chop 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 and the ki's
Throw in the three and take the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, this is lik-wit and I'm the
At three months now you're gonna read all about 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 is in the house nigga, what you wanna do?

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

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