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

I sit and read like 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 niggas some
Pockets of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a street nigga 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 house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
grade started playin' football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't need a pill
I to your raps, thought you was hard
You even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on
They don't want beef for
And all these niggas play like they
'till a nigga get
'till a nigga get spilled, 'til your get spilled
I'ma at your rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I with you since day one, Savage I ain't even hating"
So what's up all that instagram shit?
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', 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 play mixtape"
nigga fuck 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 rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm
I turn that fucking soft into hard
I up in the streets without no heart
I'm to my Glock and my card

So much dope that it the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack
My brother in the kitchen and he a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my
swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', up
actin' like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their fuckin' on the tour bus

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

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