Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

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

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

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

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

2: Swift]
Trap ting,
Sellotape in wrap ting, these man will sing
Extra lips on the strap yeah, hear a thing
Bada bing in the yeah, tell 'em "bank the things"
Mana doing map bare, me and B Wiz
Fuck your gyal bare, no
Rob a brick then I take a shit, man I take the
Now to him, 'cause I his chick, better light a spliff

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

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

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

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

3: Littlez]
Young bruddas on the back road, 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 bredrins on a ting
Trap I get the cheques in, do the damn thing
Big on the skeng ting, spin a man's grin
gyal up in the hotel, she's doing bad things

[Verse 3:
Slag ting,
in the mattress, stacking
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 everybody bout, man's just acting
Bare foreign jawns around, attracting
Pull Beamers out, that means it's carnage

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