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

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

1: Fekky]
Madting,
Can't mix up the ting and rap ting
'Cause niggas on the road darg, are ratting
And them niggas in the rap ting, are
Ay cuz a madting, sadting
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
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,
a madting, sadting
It's a madting,
It's a madting,

[Verse 2:
ting, packaging
Sellotape in this wrap ting, man will sing
Extra lips on the yeah, won't hear a thing
Bada bing in the yeah, tell 'em "bank the things"
Mana doing map bare, me and B Wiz
Fuck your bare, no policing
Rob a brick then I 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
and rice for Patrick, madting
Link gyallie from the instagram and she's a catfish
it back to the trap ting, dirty mattress
When the door knocks, that it ain't the damn pigs
Black mask in the transit bad shit
Now we shutting shows, gyal give me hat quick

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

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

[Verse 3:
Shotguns,
He was talking hot but relapsed him
Mana get a cheque cut or band ting
Bussin out the TP's, out my banking
know in this rap ting, man are champions
Man ain't the clash ting, bu bu brap ting
Go on girl fanny flap drip, my accent
You just tryna trap now, man was trapped in

[Verse 3:
Young bruddas on the road, tryna slam things
gyallie she's a bad ting, get the bu bu bang
Man cry when the strap sings, that's a
Big Fekky and the Section that's a madting
You see me with my bredrins on a gang ting
wrap I get the cheques in, do the damn 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,
Money in the mattress,
hit a madting, with the mandem
You know it's Shelly-Ann that man is
Smoking on Cali weed, I'm still in London
everybody talking bout, man's just acting
Bare foreign jawns around, man's
Pull them Beamers out, that means it's

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