Luyện nghe bài hát Join The Dots

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

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

the rage, rush the stage just to blaze
Glorify your glamor and just to faze
Cuttin' down the forest for cows just to graze
It's killin' the populous while you clone test babes

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

Yo, Mindset travel at warp 8
to my very first taste of hash cake
Oh, Lord, I feel so
And every now and then I get a great 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

grass rushing through my veins
Slip the rocky terrain and maintain
Like a weed whore that hydroponic bud
child, come see me rollin' in the mud

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

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

Yo, of these fellas be over zealous
We have them darks jealous in cellas
like Branford Marsalis
We park 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 like man slaughter sing

In ding a fling of bringin' it on
Refuse to get in the quest for one

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

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

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

No Sir Mr. 2na, I burn the blunt
I remember the last time and a good time

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

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

Whoever felt the horror but knows that chance vague
Surround your sound a spandex pants leg
Spread like an advanced plague never dance may
Shout the F and F that beats my man

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

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