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 these rappers
Cause these pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft 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 not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas rats
Pockets of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a street nigga bitch
I am not one of niggas bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep until somebody die
So many the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a deal
Bad with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
I listen to raps, thought you was hard
You even street for real
Niggas love sneak on twitter
They want beef for real
And all these niggas like they tough
'till a get killed
'till a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get
I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him 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 pussy fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians
up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch
"Come on man, Savage you know I play your 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 these cards?
Cause these pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some
I grew up in the streets without no
I'm praying to my Glock and my

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
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', up
swangin', gang bangin', hold up
Niggas like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their fuckin' on the tour bus

Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why niggas 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 hard
I grew up in the without no heart
I grew up in the without no heart

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