Luyện nghe bài hát Madting, Sadting

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

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

1: Fekky]
Madting,
Can't mix up the ting and rap ting
'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 dance darg, mad bling
And we ain't inna scuffing or
It be straight thunder and
Catch 'em in my black ting, my ting
With my shoes, the right ting
Tell niggas "low me, I'm flexing"
I ain't in the Porsche cuz I'm in a ting

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

2: Swift]
Trap ting,
in this wrap ting, these man will sing
Extra lips on the strap yeah, hear a thing
Bada bing in the yeah, tell 'em "bank the things"
Mana doing map bare, me and B Wiz
Fuck gyal bare, no policing
Rob a then I take a shit, man I take the piss
Now to him, 'cause I his chick, better light a spliff

[Verse 2:
Man bag with a ting, sadting
Bu bu bang no adlib, make your hat
Steak and for Patrick, madting
your gyallie from the instagram and she's a catfish
Take it back to the trap ting, dirty
the door knocks, hoping that it ain't the damn pigs
Black in the transit doing bad shit
Now we down shows, gyal give me hat quick

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

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

3: Deepee]
Shotguns,
He was talking hot but that him
Mana get a cheque cut or rubber ting
Bussin out the TP's, out my banking
Niggas know in this rap ting, man are
Man ain't with the clash ting, bu bu ting
Go on girl fanny drip, 'cause my accent
You just started trap 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 when the 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 in, do the damn thing
Big smile on the skeng ting, spin a man's
Peng up in the hotel, she's doing bad things

[Verse 3:
Slag ting,
Money in the mattress,
hit a madting, with the mandem
You know Shelly-Ann anywhere that man is
Smoking on this weed, I'm still in London
What's everybody talking bout, just acting
foreign jawns 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