Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

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 soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no
I'm to my Glock and my card

I sit back and 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
Little, heard these niggas 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 love sneak dissing I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, me to Pantherville
Eighth 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 fuck a
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a
I listen to your raps, you was hard
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
'till a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get
I'ma at your favorite rapper, him like I'm John Dill'
"I with you since day one, Savage I ain't even hating"
So what's up with all that shit?
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang them Haitians
up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while bitch naked
"Come on man, you know I always play your mixtape"
Yeah fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

Young Savage, why you trappin' so
Why these niggas so hard?
Why you got a 12 car
Why you pullin' all rappers cards?
Cause these pussy and I'm hard
I turn that soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets no heart
I'm to my Glock and my card

So dope that it broke the scale
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', bangin', hold up
Niggas actin' like groupies, don't know us
Little do they know their fuckin' on the tour bus

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

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