Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

[Intro:
Yeah, they want 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 like me? a bloody liar

[Chorus:
a madting, sadting
My brudda a madting, sadting
a madting, sadting
My brudda a madting, sadting

1: Fekky]
Madting,
Can't mix up the road ting and rap
'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 darg, with mad bling
And we ain't scuffing or fighting
It be thunder and lightning
'em in my black ting, my white ting
With my shoes, the right ting
Tell them "low me, I'm flexing"
I ain't in the Porsche cuz I'm in a ting

Fekky]
It's a madting,
a madting, sadting
It's a madting,
It's a madting,

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

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

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

[Verse 3:
Ayo this ting here, madder mad
mi dash weh, nah come back
Man my ex wan press but I'm done with
man, dun with the gun man chat
Anywhere I can go and it
You see dem style darg 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

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

[Verse 3:
Young bruddas on the back road, slam things
Your she's a bad ting, get the bu bu bang
Man cry when the strap sings, a sadting
Big Fekky and the Section yeah 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 skeng ting, spin a man's
Peng gyal up in the hotel, she's doing bad

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

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