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

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

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

Yo, Mystic travel at warp 8
Flashback to my very first taste of hash
Oh, Lord, I feel so
And every now and then I get a 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 rushing through my veins
Slip the rocky terrain and maintain
Like a whore checkin' that hydroponic bud
Earth child, see me rollin' in the mud

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

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

Yo, of these fellas be over zealous
We have darks jealous in dark cellas
Blowin' like Marsalis
We park dwellers rhythm

We letters, we art sellers
the waters, the sharks fell us
Be quick your camcorder in no particular plan order
We go hit vehicular man slaughter sing

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

Although we trans-atlantic we pedantic
my antic, we most romantic
We plan shit new for self
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 Manuva get the got
Stewed in the dust pot runnin' it hot

Join the dots, 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

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

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

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

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

Join the dots, block 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