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: fred
You don't wanna fuck with, me
'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 when we're rockin the
We're only givin a fuck if 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
Don't you me like a toy kid
Do you enjoy
single second I'm alive I'm a mess
Got these laser mic checks
Communicatin through the
High tech, 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 candy in your while
up the sweetness
This is you need
Another piece of me inside of you
'cause you know I always keep it true (keep it true)
And that's exactly why I do what I do
Yeah, what I do

I got delivery, no time for chivalry
ability, shit longevity
Dig in your soul and find yourself
'cause control can turn y'all to someone else
So fast, head'll probably spin the fuck right off
Me and fred to go half on microsoft
Me and limp twenty percent
little half ass direct hits ain't even makin a dent
What an event, all hell and limp
As we attempt to bring the championship
It's all in the wrists I still the league an assist
Gimme the fifth, I'm drinking I'm takin a piss, bitch

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

is how we do it
Just recognize we gettin right to it
Lookin through eyes, look into these eyes
And you'll see the of the flame
Then you might despise the size of my
Step the fuck back, 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 platinum comes in eight stacks,

to end

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