Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

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 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

I sit back and read Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the
Stuart Little, these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got
I'm a real street bitch
I am not one of niggas bangin' on wax
niggas love 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' until die
So many shots the looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, 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, and I'm screaming fuck a deal
Bad with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
I to your raps, thought you was hard
You even street for real
Niggas sneak dissing on twitter
They want beef for real
And all these play like they tough
'till a nigga get
'till a nigga get spilled, 'til your get spilled
I'ma at your favorite rapper, him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, I ain't even 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 bitch naked
"Come on man, Savage you know I always your mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask bitch how my dick tastes

Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
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 grew up in the streets no heart
I'm praying to my and my card

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

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

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