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 pullin' all rappers cards?
Cause these pussy and I'm hard
I that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my

I sit back and like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got
I'm a real street bitch
I am not one of these bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with 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 of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to
Eighth grade started playin' football, I was like fuck the field
grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't need a pill
I listen to your raps, you was hard
You ain't even street for
Niggas love sneak on twitter
They don't beef for real
And all these niggas 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 been with you since day one, I ain't even hating"
So what's up with all that instagram
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all pussy fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie kids up
Pistol whip you while your naked
"Come on man, you know I always play your mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask 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 cards?
Cause these niggas and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into hard
I grew up in the streets no heart
I'm to my Glock and my card

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

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

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