Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

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

[Chorus:
a madting, sadting
My it's a madting, sadting
a madting, sadting
My brudda it's a madting,

[Verse 1:
Madting,
Can't mix up the ting and rap ting
'Cause them niggas on the darg, are ratting
And them in the rap ting, are acting
Ay cuz it's a madting,
I walk up in the dance darg, mad bling
And we ain't scuffing or fighting
It be straight thunder and
Catch 'em in my black ting, my white
With my shoes, the right ting
them niggas "low me, I'm flexing"
I ain't in the Porsche cuz I'm in a next

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

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

2: Sleeks]
Man bag with a hand ting,
Bu bu bang no adlib, make your hat
and rice for Patrick, madting
Link your gyallie the instagram and she's a catfish
Take it to the trap ting, dirty mattress
the door knocks, hoping that it ain't the damn pigs
Black mask in the transit doing bad
Now we shutting down shows, gyal me hat quick

[Chorus:
It's a madting,
My brudda a madting, sadting
It's a madting,
My it's a madting, sadting

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

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

3: Littlez]
Young bruddas on the back road, tryna slam
Your gyallie a bad ting, get the bu bu bang
Man cry when the strap sings, that's a
Big and the Section yeah that's a madting
You see me flexing my bredrins on a gang ting
wrap I get the cheques in, do the damn thing
Big smile on the ting, spin a man's grin
Peng gyal up in the hotel, doing bad things

3: Knine]
Slag ting,
Money in the mattress,
Tryna hit a madting, with the
You know it's Shelly-Ann that man is
on this Cali weed, I'm still in London
What's talking bout, man's just acting
foreign jawns around, man's attracting
Pull Beamers out, that means it's carnage

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