Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

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

[Chorus:
It's a madting,
My it's a madting, sadting
a madting, sadting
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 scuffing or fighting
It be thunder and lightning
Catch 'em in my black ting, my white
With my shoes, the right ting
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 yeah, won't hear a thing
bing 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 I take a shit, man I take the piss
Now to him, 'cause I his chick, better light a spliff

2: Sleeks]
Man bag a hand ting, sadting
Bu bu bang no adlib, your hat flip
Steak and rice for Patrick,
your gyallie from the instagram and she's a catfish
Take it back to the trap ting, mattress
When the door knocks, hoping that it the damn pigs
Black mask in the transit bad shit
Now we shutting down shows, gyal me hat quick

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

3: Inch]
Ayo this ting here, madder mad
Anything mi dash weh, nah back
Man my ex wan press but I'm done with
Likkle man, dun the gun man chat
Anywhere I can go and it
You see dem style dere darg dem just tek it
They're like "look pon di dem, how dem mek it"
Ah hard work for di ah mi possessions

3: Deepee]
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 in this rap ting, man are champions
Man ain't with the clash ting, bu bu ting
Go on fanny flap drip, 'cause my accent
You just tryna trap now, man was trapped in

3: Littlez]
Young on the back road, tryna slam things
Your she's a bad ting, get the bu bu bang
Man cry when the sings, that's a sadting
Big and the Section yeah that's a madting
You see me with my bredrins on a gang ting
Trap wrap I get the 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 know it's Shelly-Ann that man is
on this Cali weed, I'm still in London
What's everybody talking bout, man's acting
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,