Luyện nghe bài hát Join The Dots

2na Manuva get the got
Good God ah, yes, man, its man
Oh God, night
that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

He there go ever so while I unrobe
No played out to catch
Don't wanna get up in their mix up
Wanna just fix up mind and mental plane

Join the dots, 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

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

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

We spark letters, we art
Pleadin' the waters, the fell us
Be quick with your in no particular plan order
We go hit like vehicular man slaughter

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 most
We plan new for self Quantumly
We killin' the saw, man, we the sea

Join the dots, block blood in the
knockin' 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 Manuva get the got
Stewed in the dust pot runnin' it hot

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

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

Get your picture clear, 2na the reporter
I melt your order like sugar and seltzer

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

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