Luyện nghe bài hát Join The Dots

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

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

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

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

Yo, Mystic Mindset at warp 8
to my very first taste of hash cake
Oh, Lord, I so sensual
And every now and then I get a great 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 with the light of the world I'm locked up

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

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

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

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

Yo, some of these fellas be over
We have them jealous in dark cellas
like Branford Marsalis
We dwellers rhythm rebellers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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