Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

[Intro:
Yeah, don't want no smoke, they don't want no smoke
Yeah, they want no smoke, they don't 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 it's a madting,
It's a madting,
My brudda it's a madting,

1: Fekky]
Madting,
Can't mix up the road 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 or fighting
It be straight and lightning
Catch 'em in my black ting, my white
With my shirt shoes, the ting
Tell niggas "low me, I'm flexing"
I ain't in the Porsche cuz I'm in a ting

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

[Verse 2:
Trap ting,
Sellotape in this wrap ting, these man sing
Extra lips on the strap yeah, won't a thing
bing in the trap yeah, tell 'em "bank the things"
Mana still map bare, me and B Wiz
your gyal bare, no policing
Rob a brick then I take a shit, man I the piss
Now to him, 'cause I like his chick, better a spliff

[Verse 2:
Man bag with a ting, sadting
Bu bu no adlib, make your hat flip
and rice for Patrick, madting
Link your gyallie from the 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 in the transit doing bad shit
Now we shutting down shows, gyal 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 dash weh, nah come
Man my ex wan press but I'm done with
Likkle man, dun with the gun man
I can go and shell it
You see dem style darg dem just can't tek it
They're like "look pon di dem, how dem mek it"
Ah hard for di whole ah mi possessions

[Verse 3:
Shotguns,
He was hot but that relapsed him
Mana get a cheque cut or rubber ting
out the TP's, bussin out my banking
Niggas know in this rap ting, man are
Man ain't with the ting, bu bu brap ting
Go on girl fanny drip, 'cause my accent
You started tryna trap now, man was trapped 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 strap sings, a sadting
Big Fekky and the Section that's a madting
You see me flexing with my bredrins on a gang
Trap wrap I get the cheques in, do the damn
Big smile on the skeng ting, spin a 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 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 carnage

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