Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

[Intro:
Yeah, don't want no smoke, they don't want no smoke
Yeah, they don't no smoke, they don't want no smoke
Yeah, let me show 'em how to make a
Say do it like me? You're a bloody liar

Fekky]
It's a madting,
My brudda it's a madting,
a madting, sadting
My brudda a madting, sadting

1: Fekky]
Madting,
mix up the road ting and rap ting
'Cause them on the road darg, are ratting
And them in the rap ting, are acting
Ay cuz it's a madting,
I walk up in the dance darg, with mad
And we inna scuffing or fighting
It be straight thunder and
Catch 'em in my ting, my white ting
With my shirt shoes, the ting
them niggas "low me, I'm flexing"
I in the Porsche cuz I'm in a next ting

Fekky]
It's a madting,
a madting, sadting
It's a madting,
a madting, sadting

[Verse 2:
ting, packaging
Sellotape in this wrap ting, these man sing
lips on the strap yeah, won't hear a thing
Bada bing in the yeah, tell 'em "bank the things"
Mana still map bare, me and B Wiz
Fuck your bare, no policing
Rob a brick I take a shit, man I take the piss
Now to him, 'cause I like his chick, light a spliff

[Verse 2:
Man bag a hand ting, sadting
Bu bu no adlib, make your hat flip
Steak and for Patrick, madting
Link gyallie from the instagram and she's a catfish
Take it back to the trap ting, mattress
When the door knocks, hoping that it ain't the pigs
Black mask in the doing bad shit
Now we shutting down shows, give me hat quick

Fekky]
It's a madting,
My brudda a madting, sadting
It's a madting,
My brudda a madting, sadting

3: Inch]
Ayo ting here, madder than mad
Anything mi dash weh, nah back
Man my ex wan but I'm done with that
Likkle man, dun with the gun man
Anywhere I can go and it
You see dem dere darg dem just can't tek it
They're "look pon di pussy dem, how dem mek it"
Ah hard work for di ah mi possessions

[Verse 3:
Shotguns,
He was hot but that relapsed him
get a cheque cut or rubber band ting
Bussin out the TP's, out my banking
know in this rap ting, man are champions
Man ain't the clash ting, bu bu brap ting
Go on fanny flap drip, 'cause my accent
You just started tryna now, man was trapped in

[Verse 3:
Young bruddas on the road, tryna slam things
Your she's a bad ting, get the bu bu bang
Man cry the strap sings, that's a sadting
Big Fekky and the Section yeah that's a
You see me flexing with my on a gang ting
Trap I get the cheques in, do the damn thing
Big smile on the skeng ting, spin a man's
Peng gyal up in the hotel, she's doing bad

[Verse 3:
ting, madting
Money in the mattress,
Tryna hit a madting, the mandem
You it's Shelly-Ann anywhere that man is
Smoking on Cali weed, I'm still in London
What's talking bout, man's just acting
Bare foreign jawns around, man's
Pull them Beamers out, that it's carnage

[Chorus:
It's a madting,
It's a madting,
It's a madting,
It's a madting,