Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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