Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

[Intro:
Yeah, they don't want no smoke, don't want no smoke
Yeah, they want 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

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

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

Fekky]
It's a madting,
It's a madting,
a madting, sadting
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 trap yeah, 'em "bank the things"
Mana still map bare, me and B Wiz
Fuck your bare, no policing
Rob a then I take a shit, man I take the piss
Now to him, I like his chick, better light a spliff

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

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

[Verse 3:
Ayo this 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
I can go and shell it
You see dem style dere darg dem can't tek it
like "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 cut or rubber band ting
out the TP's, bussin out my banking
Niggas know in rap ting, man are champions
Man ain't the clash ting, bu bu brap ting
Go on girl 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 she's a bad ting, get the bu bu
Man cry the strap sings, that's a sadting
Big Fekky and the yeah that's a madting
You see me flexing with my on a gang ting
Trap wrap I get the cheques in, do the 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 Shelly-Ann anywhere 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 them Beamers out, that it's carnage

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