Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

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

I sit back and read 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 niggas rats
Pockets full of cheese, I got racks
I'm a street 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 house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with fire
Seventh I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like fuck the
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like
Fast forward nigga, and I'm screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a
I listen to your raps, you was hard
You ain't even street for
Niggas love dissing on twitter
They want beef for real
And all these niggas like they tough
'till a get killed
'till a nigga get spilled, 'til blood get spilled
I'ma at your rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I even hating"
So what's up with all that shit?
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang around Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your up
Pistol whip you while your bitch
"Come on man, Savage you know I always play mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your 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 niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that soft into some hard
I grew up in the without no heart
I'm to my Glock and my card

So much that it broke the scale
They say kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he a bale
Louis V my bag and V on my belt
swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', up
Niggas actin' groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their 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 soft some hard
I grew up in the streets no heart
I grew up in the without no heart

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