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 all these rappers 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 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 up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got
I'm a real nigga bitch
I am not one of these 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 shootin' 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 playin' 'round with fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast 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 raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on
They don't want for real
And all these niggas play they tough
'till a nigga get
'till a get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't hating"
So what's up all that instagram shit?
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your up
Pistol whip you your bitch naked
"Come on man, you know I always play your mixtape"
Yeah nigga all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

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

So much dope that it broke the
say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a
V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', up
Niggas actin' groupies, they don't know us
Little do they their bitches fuckin' on the tour bus

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

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