Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

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

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

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

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

[Verse 2:
Trap ting,
Sellotape in this wrap ting, man will sing
Extra lips on the strap yeah, won't hear a
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 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 gyallie 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 in the transit doing bad shit
Now we shutting shows, gyal give me hat quick

Fekky]
It's a madting,
My it's a madting, sadting
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
like "look pon di pussy dem, how dem mek it"
Ah hard work for di whole ah mi

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

3: Littlez]
Young bruddas on the back road, tryna things
Your gyallie she's a bad ting, get the bu bu
Man cry when the strap sings, a sadting
Big and the Section yeah that's a madting
You see me flexing my bredrins on a gang ting
Trap wrap I get the cheques in, do the thing
Big smile on the skeng ting, a man's grin
Peng gyal up in the hotel, she's doing bad

3: Knine]
Slag ting,
in the mattress, stacking
Tryna hit a madting, with the
You know it's Shelly-Ann anywhere man is
Smoking on this Cali weed, I'm in London
What's everybody talking bout, just acting
Bare foreign jawns around, man's
Pull them out, that means it's carnage

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