Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

Young Savage, why you trappin' so
Why these cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car
Why you pullin' all rappers cards?
these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some
I grew up in the streets no heart
I'm praying to my 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 up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got
I'm a street nigga bitch
I am not one of these niggas on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was of July
You was with your friends Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like fuck the
Ninth I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm fuck a deal
Bad with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
I to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even for real
Niggas love dissing on twitter
They don't want for real
And all niggas play like they tough
'till a nigga get
'till a nigga get spilled, your blood get spilled
I'ma at your rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I even hating"
So what's up with all that shit?
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all pussy fakin', bitch 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 play your mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask bitch how my dick tastes

Young Savage, why you so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so
Why you got a 12 car
Why you pullin' all these rappers
these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my

So much dope that it broke the
They say crack kills, my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', 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 trappin' so
Why these niggas cappin' so
Why you got a 12 car
Why you pullin' all these rappers
Cause these 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 streets no heart

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