Luyện nghe bài hát Join The Dots

2na get gettin' the got
Good God ah, yes, man, its man
Oh God, night
Who's

Yeah, my escapades exceed Escalades
I best to the rhythm of justice slaves
brave, ah, lecture me extra waves
Doggin' your sounds causing you just to cave

Address the rage, rush the stage to blaze
Glorify your glamor and gorers just to
Cuttin' down the rain forest for cows just to
killin' the populous while you clone test tube babes

Test the change, 'cuz of the they try to feed us
Under the bridge drummin' for an Anthony Kiedis
I ran from elitist who got the confused
the Manphibian and the one Roots Manuva

Yo, Mystic Mindset travel at 8
Flashback to my very first of hash cake
Oh, Lord, I so sensual
And every now and then I get a great of wha

of the hip, gyration of the old time
New Right, Back to Back, man or no man no oh man
Boy or boy, girl or
out of place with the light of the world I'm locked up

Weed rushing through my veins
over the rocky terrain and maintain
Like a whore checkin' that hydroponic bud
Earth child, come see me in the mud

He go ever so civilized while I unrobe
No played out to wives
wanna get knicks up in their mix up
Wanna just fix up mind soul and mental

Join the dots, blood in the block
Knock the not, the which, the where, the what
2na Manuva get the got
chicken in the dust pot runnin' it hot

Join the dots, blood in the block
Knock the not, the which, the where, the what
2na Manuva get the got
Stewed in the dust pot runnin' it hot

Yo, of these fellas be over zealous
We have them jealous in dark cellas
Blowin' Branford Marsalis
We dwellers rhythm rebellers

We spark letters, we art
the waters, the sharks fell us
Be quick your camcorder in no particular plan order
We go hit like man slaughter sing

In bring a fling of bringin' it on
to get lost in the quest for one

Although we trans-atlantic we pedantic
Check my antic, we romantic
We plan new for self Quantumly
We killin' the saw, man, we the sea

Join the dots, block blood in the
Knock knockin' the not, the which, the where, the
2na Manuva get the got
chicken in the dust pot runnin' it hot

Join the dots, block blood in the
knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what
2na Manuva get the got
Stewed chicken in the pot runnin' it hot

No Sir Mr. 2na, I can't burn the
I remember the last time and a good time

Yo Yo, You ran slower while my clan grow
Let the man know my pen stroke like Van Gogh
I disappear like his missing ear when I'm gears
like your kitchen ware, rhymes rich and rare

Get your clear, 2na the stealth reporter
I melt your order like sugar and water

Whoever felt the but knows that their chance vague
Surround your like a spandex pants leg
Spread like an advanced plague worms never may
the F and F that beats my man Craig

Join the dots, blood in the block
Knock knockin' the not, the which, the where, the
2na get gettin' the got
Stewed in the dust pot runnin' it hot

Join the dots, block in the block
knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what
2na Manuva get the got
Stewed in the dust pot runnin' it hot