Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

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

I sit back and like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat the MAC
21 not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got
I'm a real street bitch
I am not one of these bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your 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 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade playin' football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't need a pill
I to your raps, thought you was hard
You even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on
They don't beef for real
And all niggas play like they tough
a nigga get killed
'till a get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't hating"
So what's up with all instagram shit?
"Savage I was playin'"
Y'all niggas fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians
up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your naked
"Come on man, Savage you know I always your mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your how my dick tastes

Young Savage, why you trappin' so
Why these 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 hard
I grew up in the without no heart
I'm to my Glock and my card

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

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

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