Luyện nghe bài hát Join The Dots

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

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

Address the rage, the stage just to blaze
Glorify your glamor and gorers to faze
down the rain forest for cows just to graze
It's killin' the populous while you test tube babes

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

Yo, Mystic Mindset at warp 8
Flashback to my first taste of hash cake
Oh, Lord, I feel so
And now and then I get a great sense of wha

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

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

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

the dots, block blood in the block
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 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

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

We letters, we art sellers
Pleadin' the waters, the sharks us
Be quick with your camcorder in no plan order
We go hit vehicular man slaughter sing

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

Although we trans-atlantic we never
my antic, we most romantic
We plan shit new for Quantumly
We killin' the saw, man, we the sea

the dots, block blood in the block
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 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

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

Yo Yo, You ran slower my clan grow chance'll
Let the man my pen brush stroke like Van Gogh
I disappear his missing ear when I'm switchin' gears
Shinin' like kitchen ware, rhymes rich and rare

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

Whoever felt the horror but knows that chance vague
Surround your like a spandex pants leg
Spread like an advanced plague worms dance may
Shout the F and F that beats my man

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

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