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 all these rappers cards?
Cause these pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking 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 pull up on you, shoot ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these some rats
Pockets of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a real street 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 grandma's house, keep shootin' 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 playin' 'round with fire
Seventh grade I got with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was
You even street for real
Niggas love dissing on twitter
They don't beef for real
And all these play like they tough
'till a nigga get
'till a nigga get spilled, your blood get spilled
at your favorite rapper, shoot 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'"
pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your up
Pistol whip you while your naked
"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 rappers cards?
Cause these pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking into some hard
I grew up in the streets 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
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 bitches fuckin' on the tour bus

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

So dope 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