Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

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

I sit back and read 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 these some rats
Pockets of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a street nigga bitch
I am not one of niggas bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep until somebody die
So many the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' with that fire
grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like fuck the
Ninth grade I was knocking out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, and I'm screaming fuck 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
love sneak dissing on twitter
They don't want for real
And all niggas play like they tough
'till a get killed
a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'ma at favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been you since day one, Savage I ain't even hating"
So what's up with all that instagram
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang around Haitians
up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol you while your bitch naked
"Come on man, Savage you I always play your mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my tastes

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

So much dope that it broke the
They say kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the and he rappin' a bale
V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', up
Pistol swangin', bangin', hold up
Niggas like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they their 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 rappers
these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some
I grew up in the without no heart
I grew up in the without no heart

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