Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

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

I sit and read 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 niggas rats
Pockets of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a real street nigga
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 house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, it was Fourth of July
You was with your playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade playin' football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga Holyfield
Fast nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even a pill
I listen to your raps, you was hard
You ain't even for real
Niggas love sneak on twitter
They don't want beef for
And all these play like they tough
a nigga get killed
'till a get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I even hating"
So what's up all that instagram shit?
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all niggas fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians
up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your naked
"Come on man, Savage you I always play your mixtape"
Yeah nigga all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

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

So much dope that it the scale
They say kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my
Chain swangin', blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', up
Niggas like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their bitches fuckin' on the 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 niggas and I'm hard
I turn that fucking into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no
I up in the streets without no heart

So much dope that it 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