Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

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

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

[Verse 1:
Madting,
Can't mix up the road ting and rap
'Cause them niggas on the road darg, are
And them niggas in the rap ting, are
Ay cuz a madting, sadting
I walk up in the darg, with mad bling
And we ain't scuffing or fighting
It be straight and lightning
Catch 'em in my black ting, my white
With my shirt shoes, the ting
Tell them "low me, I'm flexing"
I in the Porsche cuz I'm in a next ting

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

2: Swift]
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"
still doing map bare, me and B Wiz
Fuck your bare, no policing
Rob a brick then I take a shit, man I the piss
Now to him, 'cause I 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 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 me hat quick

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

3: Inch]
Ayo ting here, madder than mad
Anything mi dash weh, nah come
Man my ex wan but I'm done with that
man, dun with 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 work for di whole ah mi possessions

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

3: Littlez]
Young bruddas on the back road, tryna things
Your gyallie she's a bad ting, get the bu bu
Man cry the strap sings, that's a sadting
Big Fekky and the yeah that's a madting
You see me flexing with my bredrins on a gang
Trap wrap I get the cheques in, do the thing
Big on the skeng ting, spin a man's grin
gyal up in the hotel, she's doing bad things

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

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