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

[Chorus:
a madting, sadting
My brudda 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 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 thunder and lightning
Catch 'em in my ting, my white ting
my shirt shoes, the right ting
Tell them "low me, I'm flexing"
I in the Porsche cuz I'm in a next ting

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

[Verse 2:
Trap ting,
Sellotape in this wrap ting, these man will
lips 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 gyal bare, no policing
Rob a brick then I take a shit, man I the piss
Now to him, I like his chick, better light a spliff

[Verse 2:
Man bag with a ting, sadting
Bu bu no adlib, make your hat flip
Steak and rice for Patrick,
Link your from the instagram and she's a catfish
Take it back to the trap ting, mattress
When the door knocks, hoping that it ain't the pigs
Black mask in the doing bad shit
Now we shutting down shows, gyal give me hat

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

[Verse 3:
Ayo this ting here, than mad
Anything mi dash weh, nah come
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 dere darg dem just 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 relapsed him
Mana get a cheque cut or rubber band
out the TP's, bussin out my banking
Niggas in this rap ting, man are champions
Man with the clash ting, bu bu brap ting
Go on girl fanny flap drip, 'cause my
You just started tryna now, man was trapped in

[Verse 3:
Young bruddas on the back road, slam things
Your gyallie a bad ting, get the bu bu bang
Man cry when the strap sings, a sadting
Big Fekky and the Section that's a madting
You see me flexing with my bredrins on a ting
wrap I get the cheques in, do the damn thing
Big smile on the ting, spin a man's grin
Peng up in the hotel, she's doing bad things

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Slag ting,
in the mattress, stacking
Tryna hit a madting, the mandem
You know it's Shelly-Ann that man is
Smoking on this weed, I'm still in London
What's everybody talking bout, just 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,