Luyện nghe bài hát Join The Dots

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

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

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

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

Yo, Mystic travel at warp 8
Flashback to my very first taste of hash
Oh, Lord, I so sensual
And now and then I get a great sense 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, or girl
Steppin' out of place with the light of the world I'm up

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

Yo, some of fellas be over zealous
We have them darks jealous in dark
Blowin' like Branford
We park dwellers rhythm

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

In ding 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 shit new for self Quantumly
We the saw, man, we killin' the sea

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 dust pot 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 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 know my pen brush stroke Van Gogh
I disappear like his missing ear when I'm gears
Shinin' like your kitchen ware, rhymes rich and

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

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

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

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