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 don't no smoke
Yeah, let me show 'em how to make a
Say they do it like me? You're a liar

[Chorus:
It's a madting,
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 them niggas on the darg, are ratting
And them in the rap ting, are acting
Ay cuz it's a madting,
I up in the dance 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 shirt shoes, the ting
them niggas "low me, I'm flexing"
I ain't in the Porsche cuz I'm in a next

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

2: Swift]
Trap ting,
Sellotape in this wrap ting, man will sing
lips on the strap yeah, won't hear a thing
Bada bing in the trap yeah, 'em "bank the things"
still doing map bare, me and B Wiz
Fuck your gyal bare, no
Rob a brick then I a shit, man I take the piss
Now to him, 'cause I like his chick, light a spliff

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

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

3: Inch]
Ayo this ting here, than mad
Anything mi weh, nah come back
Man my ex wan press but I'm with that
Likkle man, dun with the gun man
Anywhere I can go and 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 ah mi possessions

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

[Verse 3:
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 Fekky and the Section yeah that's a
You see me flexing my bredrins on a gang ting
Trap I get the cheques in, do the damn thing
Big smile on the skeng ting, a man's grin
Peng up in the hotel, she's doing bad things

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

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