Luyện nghe bài hát Getcha Groove On

Yes
Millenium
bizkit, ha, x to the z
Yeah, ha
Bringin it to you and yours
and gentlemen, ha, ha, ha
My homeboy, yo get at 'em dog

Hook: durst
You don't fuck with, me today
'cause a little somethin, didn't, go your way
So try not to be like, that
'cause I'm a motherfucker from 'round the way
We don't a fuck when we're rockin the place
We're only givin a fuck if you're invadin the
So getcha, getcha on [gotta getcha groove on]
Don't keep us waitin too long keep us waitin too long]

[fred
Don't you treat me a toy kid
Do you this
Every single second I'm alive I'm a
Got these laser beam mic
Communicatin through the
tech, keep you on the run now
Don't be that, guy
Every single I'm alive, i'm, alive
I, understand why
I got control, full of in your soul while
up the sweetness
This is what you
Another little of me inside of you
'cause you know I always keep it true (keep it true)
And that's why I do just what I do
Yeah, what I do

I got breakneck delivery, no for chivalry
Extraordinary ability, shit
Dig deep in your soul and find
'cause mind control can turn y'all to else
So fast, your head'll probably the fuck right off
Me and about to go half on microsoft
Me and limp burnin twenty
Your little ass direct hits ain't even makin a dent
an event, all hell xzibit and limp
As we to bring home the championship
all in the wrists I still leave the league an assist
Gimme the fifth, I'm drinking I'm takin a piss, bitch

I got material, I serial kill shit
Gimme the real shit, x finish 'em all
Makin jaw split when I'm touchin the mosh pit
conflict, knockin faggots unconscious
Nauseous, raisin the stakes, the weight
Got homies I can lay down that lift they
So quit to invade my space
Before I call for a to face, and gotta rest my case like...

is how we do it
Just recognize we keep gettin to it
Lookin through these eyes, look into these
And see the size of the flame
Then you might despise the size of my
the fuck back, xzibit's on the track
You should've buckled up before your hit the dash
You gotta hate that, a from an eight track
Brought me to a place, where comes in eight stacks, bitch

to end

[xzibit over
Limp bizkit ladies and
C'mon! yeah!
this shit over for motherfucking 2000, 2001
Limp bizkit, mr. x to the z,
a mudhole in you bitch ass motherfuckers
Yeah! ha! it don't stop what, it stop huh
this! huh
Yeah, yeah,
R.i.p. troutman, yeah, yeah