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 Escalades
I best behave to the rhythm of slaves
Selected brave, ah, me extra waves
Doggin' sounds causing you clowns just to cave

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

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

Yo, Mystic Mindset at warp 8
Flashback to my very first taste of hash
Oh, Lord, I so sensual
And every now and 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
out of place with the light of the world I'm locked up

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

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

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
knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what
2na get gettin' the got
Stewed chicken in the pot runnin' it hot

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

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

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

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

Join the dots, block blood in the
Knock the not, the which, the where, the what
2na get gettin' 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 last time and have a good

Yo Yo, You ran slower while my grow chance'll
Let the man know my pen brush like Van Gogh
I disappear like his missing ear when I'm switchin'
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 that their chance vague
Surround your sound a spandex pants leg
Spread like an advanced plague never dance may
the F and F that beats my man Craig

Join the dots, block blood in the
Knock the not, the which, the where, the what
2na get gettin' the got
Stewed chicken in the 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