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 these rappers
Cause niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets 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 N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these some rats
Pockets full of cheese, I got racks
I'm a street nigga bitch
I am not one of niggas bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your 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 fire
Seventh grade I got caught a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth started playin' football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was
You ain't street for real
Niggas sneak dissing on twitter
They don't want beef for
And all niggas play like they tough
'till a get killed
'till a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get
at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't hating"
So what's up with all that shit?
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all niggas fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie kids up
Pistol you while your bitch naked
"Come on man, Savage you know I always your mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your how my dick tastes

Young Savage, why you so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so
Why you got a 12 car
Why you all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas and I'm hard
I turn fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no
I'm praying to my and my card

So much dope that it the scale
They say crack kills, my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a
Louis V my bag and V on my belt
Chain swangin', blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', bangin', hold up
Niggas actin' like groupies, they know us
Little do they know their fuckin' on the tour bus

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

So much dope 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 Louis V on my