Luyện nghe bài hát No Heart

Young Savage, why you so hard?
Why niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car
Why you pullin' all rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm
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 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
full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a real street nigga
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 mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was of July
You was with your friends Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was fuck the field
grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't need a pill
I to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on
They don't want for real
And all these play like they tough
'till a nigga get
'till a get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'ma at your favorite rapper, him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't hating"
So what's up with all that 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 I always play your mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your how my dick tastes

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

So much that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack
My in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin', blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', up
actin' like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their 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 these cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm
I that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets no heart
I grew up in the without no heart

So dope 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