Luyện nghe bài hát Cambodia

Are you ready
Are you
Then get the up

Let me some noise
Theres not enough people on the fucking floor
definitely not enough people on the fucking floor
You people on get up, woo ha

Wait a minute
I see mouth moving
But I dont hear a word you say
Mish

Up and bring my highways
My ways up and down the Dow Jones
I bring microphones
I exaggerate

Keep it real and only about the shit I hate
hate, you people just the tudes, the attitudes
Lose the
And I wouldnt be mad at you

But if fighting, dont be fighting
Kid, Im liking what your stealing
Your open style needs some healing
Checked out by my flow, Im you know

Behind this I got the fattest fucking live show
You the tension the eye balls in your socket
You apprehend, Ill be rock it, you cant stop it
You like the we be living it

You need it your demo tape
Inspected then who survives at the end of the day
to much air play
Huh, Im keep it all on the ground

I need you help
Get up
Woo ha

What do you about this punk!?
Whos hot, not?

Wait just a minute I see your mouth
But I hear a word that you say
Hand grenades best describes the
no satisfaction

You it back what was you doing back in 82
No need for entrust, just the thought for your mental out
helter-skelter the J, Ill bet ya the deal will upset ya
But Im an rider like Im henry Fonda

The pin Bizkit that flows be on ya
The mental my path you cant stop the unexpected
So check your road block, old black keep on rolling
'Cause mic is mine and Ill keep on shinning on you

Do you it?
get up, get up
Woo ha

What do you know this punk!?
Whos hot, not?