Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

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

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

[Verse 1:
Madting,
Can't mix up the road ting and rap
'Cause them on the road darg, are ratting
And niggas in the rap ting, are acting
Ay cuz a madting, sadting
I walk up in the darg, with mad bling
And we ain't inna scuffing or
It be thunder and lightning
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 Porsche cuz I'm in a ting

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

[Verse 2:
Trap ting,
in this wrap ting, these man will sing
Extra on the strap yeah, won't hear a thing
Bada bing in the yeah, tell 'em "bank the things"
Mana still 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, I like his chick, better light a spliff

2: Sleeks]
Man bag with a ting, sadting
Bu bu bang no adlib, your hat flip
Steak and for Patrick, madting
Link your gyallie from the instagram and a catfish
Take it back to the ting, dirty mattress
When the knocks, hoping that it ain't the damn pigs
Black mask in the doing bad shit
Now we shutting down shows, give me hat quick

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

[Verse 3:
Ayo this here, madder than mad
Anything mi weh, nah come back
Man my ex wan press but I'm done with
Likkle man, dun with the gun man
Anywhere I can go and it
You see dem dere darg dem just can't tek it
like "look pon di pussy dem, how dem mek it"
Ah hard work for di ah mi possessions

[Verse 3:
Shotguns,
He was talking hot but that him
get a cheque cut or rubber 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 tryna trap now, man was in

[Verse 3:
bruddas on the back road, tryna slam things
Your gyallie 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 flexing with my bredrins on a gang
Trap wrap I get the in, do the damn thing
Big smile on the skeng ting, spin a grin
Peng gyal up in the hotel, she's doing bad

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

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