Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

[Intro:
Yeah, they don't no smoke, they don't want no smoke
Yeah, don't 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:
It's a madting,
My brudda it's a madting,
It's a madting,
My brudda a madting, sadting

[Verse 1:
Madting,
Can't mix up the ting and rap ting
them niggas on the road darg, are ratting
And them in the rap ting, are acting
Ay cuz a madting, sadting
I up in the dance darg, with mad bling
And we ain't inna or fighting
It be thunder and lightning
Catch 'em in my black ting, my white
With my shirt shoes, the ting
Tell niggas "low me, I'm flexing"
I ain't in the cuz I'm in a next ting

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

[Verse 2:
ting, packaging
Sellotape in this wrap ting, man will sing
Extra on the strap yeah, won't hear a thing
Bada in the trap 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 his chick, better light a spliff

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

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

3: Inch]
Ayo ting here, madder than mad
mi dash weh, nah come back
Man my ex wan but I'm done with that
man, dun with the gun man chat
Anywhere I can go and it
You see dem style dere darg dem just tek it
They're "look pon di pussy 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 rubber band
Bussin out the TP's, out my banking
Niggas know in this rap ting, man are
Man ain't the clash ting, bu bu brap ting
Go on girl fanny drip, 'cause my accent
You started tryna trap now, man was trapped in

3: Littlez]
Young bruddas on the back road, tryna slam
gyallie she's a bad ting, get the bu bu bang
Man cry the strap sings, that's a sadting
Big Fekky and the Section that's a madting
You see me flexing with my bredrins on a gang
Trap I get the cheques in, do the damn thing
Big smile on the skeng ting, a man's 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 know it's anywhere that man is
Smoking on this weed, I'm still in London
What's everybody bout, man's just acting
Bare foreign around, man's attracting
Pull Beamers out, that means it's carnage

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