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 pussy and I'm
I turn that fucking soft into hard
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 your ass in the
Stuart Little, heard these niggas rats
Pockets 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 with the
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep 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 playin' 'round with that
Seventh grade I got with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, I was like fuck the field
grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, and I'm screaming 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 even street for real
Niggas sneak dissing on twitter
They want beef for real
And all these niggas play they tough
a nigga get killed
'till a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get
I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't hating"
So up with all that instagram shit?
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie kids up
whip you while your bitch naked
"Come on man, Savage you know I always your mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my tastes

Young Savage, why you trappin' so
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 fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my

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
Chain swangin', blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', up
actin' like groupies, they don't know us
Little do know their bitches fuckin' 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 rappers
these niggas 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 streets without no

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