Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

Young Savage, why you so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so
Why you got a 12 car
Why you all these rappers cards?
these niggas 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 N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, these niggas some rats
full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a real street nigga
I am not one of these bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until die
So shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga Holyfield
forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was
You ain't street for real
Niggas love sneak on twitter
don't want beef for real
And all these niggas play like tough
'till a nigga get
a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm Dill'
"I been with you day one, Savage I ain't even 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 your up
Pistol whip you your bitch naked
"Come on man, Savage you know I always play mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask bitch how my dick tastes

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

So much that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack
My in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my
Chain swangin', blangin', hold up
swangin', gang bangin', hold up
Niggas like groupies, they don't know us
Little do know their 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 rappers cards?
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
say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he a bale
Louis V my bag and V on my belt