Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

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

I sit back and read 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, these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got
I'm a real street bitch
I am not one of these niggas 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 shootin' until die
So shots 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
Seventh grade I got with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade playin' football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't need a pill
I listen to raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street for
Niggas love dissing on twitter
They want beef for real
And all these niggas play they tough
a nigga get killed
'till a nigga get spilled, your blood get spilled
I'ma at favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you day one, Savage I ain't even hating"
So what's up with all instagram shit?
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie kids up
Pistol whip you while your naked
"Come on man, Savage you know I always your mixtape"
Yeah nigga all that, ask your bitch how my dick 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 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 and my card

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

Young Savage, why you so hard?
Why these niggas 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 grew up in the streets no heart
I grew up in the without no heart

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