Luyện nghe bài hát Getcha Groove On

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

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

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

I got breakneck delivery, no time for
Extraordinary ability, longevity
Dig deep in your soul and yourself
'cause control can turn y'all to someone else
So fast, your head'll spin 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
What an event, all hell and limp
As we to bring home the championship
It's all in the wrists I still leave the an assist
Gimme the fifth, I'm drinking while I'm a piss, bitch

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

is how we do it
Just we keep gettin right to it
Lookin through eyes, look into these eyes
And you'll see the size of the
you might despise the size of my game
Step the fuck back, on the track
You should've buckled up your head hit the dash
You gotta hate that, a demo from an eight
me to a place, where platinum 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,
Kickin a mudhole in you bitch ass
Yeah! ha! it don't stop what, it never huh
this! huh
Yeah, yeah,
R.i.p. roger troutman, yeah,