Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

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

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

1: Fekky]
Madting,
Can't mix up the ting and rap ting
'Cause niggas on the road darg, are ratting
And them niggas in the rap ting, are
Ay cuz a madting, sadting
I walk up in the dance darg, mad bling
And we inna scuffing or fighting
It be straight thunder and
'em in my black ting, my white ting
With my shirt shoes, the ting
Tell 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,
It's a madting,

2: Swift]
Trap ting,
in this wrap ting, these man will sing
Extra on the strap yeah, won't hear a thing
Bada in the trap yeah, tell 'em "bank the things"
Mana still map bare, me and B Wiz
Fuck your bare, no policing
Rob a brick then I take a shit, man I take the
Now to him, I like his chick, better light a spliff

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

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

[Verse 3:
Ayo this ting here, madder mad
Anything mi weh, nah come back
Man my ex wan press but I'm with that
Likkle man, dun the gun man chat
I can go and shell it
You see dem style dere dem just can't tek it
They're like "look pon di dem, how dem mek it"
Ah hard work for di whole ah mi

[Verse 3:
Shotguns,
He was hot but that relapsed him
Mana get a cheque cut or band ting
out the TP's, bussin out my banking
Niggas know in this rap ting, man are
Man ain't with the ting, bu bu brap ting
Go on girl fanny flap drip, my accent
You just started trap 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 when the strap sings, a sadting
Big and the Section yeah that's a madting
You see me flexing with my on a gang ting
Trap wrap I get the in, do the damn thing
Big smile on the skeng ting, spin a grin
gyal up in the hotel, she's doing bad things

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

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