Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

Young Savage, why you trappin' so
Why these niggas so hard?
Why you got a 12 car
Why you pullin' all these rappers
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm
I turn that soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no
I'm praying to my and my card

I sit back and like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat the MAC
21 Savage not N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these some rats
Pockets of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a real street bitch
I am not one of these niggas on wax
niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like fuck the
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a
I listen to raps, thought you was hard
You ain't street for real
Niggas love sneak on twitter
They don't want for real
And all these niggas play like they
'till a nigga get
'till a nigga get spilled, 'til blood get spilled
I'ma at your rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, I ain't even hating"
So what's up with all instagram shit?
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang around Haitians
up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you your bitch naked
"Come on man, Savage you I always play your mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask bitch how my dick tastes

Young Savage, why you so hard?
Why niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car
Why you pullin' all rappers cards?
Cause niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into hard
I grew up in the streets no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my

So much dope that it broke the
They say crack kills, nigga my sells
My brother in the and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and V on my belt
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', up
Niggas like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know bitches fuckin' on the tour bus

Young Savage, why you so hard?
Why these cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car
Why you pullin' all these cards?
Cause these pussy and I'm hard
I turn fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets no heart
I grew up in the streets without no

So much dope it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my sells
My in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my