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 wanna fuck with, me
a little somethin, somethin didn't, go your way
So try not to be like, that
I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way
We don't give a fuck when we're the place
only givin 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]

durst]
Don't you treat me a toy kid
Do you this
Every second I'm alive I'm a mess
Got laser beam mic checks
through the genelect
High tech, you on the run now
Don't be that, guy
single second I'm alive, i'm, alive
I, don't why
I got control, full of candy in your soul
up the sweetness
This is you need
little 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, what I do

I got breakneck delivery, no for chivalry
ability, shit longevity
Dig deep in your soul and yourself
mind control can turn y'all to someone else
So fast, your head'll probably spin the right off
Me and about to go half on microsoft
Me and limp twenty percent
Your little half ass direct ain't even makin a dent
an event, all hell xzibit and limp
As we attempt to home the championship
It's all in the 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 shit, x finish 'em all quick
Makin your jaw split when I'm the mosh pit
Constant conflict, faggots unconscious
Nauseous, raisin the stakes, the weight
Got homies I can lay that lift they plates
So quit trying to my space
Before I call for a face to face, and rest my case like...

is how we do it
Just recognize we gettin right to it
Lookin through these eyes, into these eyes
And you'll see the size of the
Then you despise the size of my game
Step the fuck back, on the track
You should've buckled up your head hit the dash
You hate that, a demo from an eight track
Brought me to a place, where platinum in eight stacks, bitch

to end

[xzibit over
Limp bizkit and gentlemen
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 what, it never stop huh
this! huh
Yeah, yeah,
R.i.p. roger troutman, yeah,