Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

Young Savage, why you so hard?
Why these cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car
Why you all these rappers cards?
Cause these 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 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 niggas some rats
full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a real street nigga
I am not one of niggas bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round that fire
grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade playin' football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm fuck a deal
Bad with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was
You ain't street for real
Niggas love dissing on twitter
They want beef for real
And all these play like they tough
'till a get killed
a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him I'm John Dill'
"I with 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 around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your up
Pistol whip you while your bitch
"Come on man, Savage you know I always 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 these rappers
Cause niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft some hard
I grew up in the streets no heart
I'm praying to my and my card

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

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

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