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
'cause I'm a real motherfucker from the way
We don't give a fuck when rockin the place
We're only givin a fuck if you're the space
So getcha, getcha groove on [gotta getcha on]
Don't keep us waitin too long [don't us waitin too long]

durst]
Don't you treat me a toy kid
Do you enjoy
Every single second I'm I'm a mess
Got laser beam mic checks
Communicatin the genelect
High tech, you on the run now
wanna be that, guy
Every single second I'm alive, i'm,
I, don't why
I got control, full of candy in your while
up the sweetness
This is what you
Another little of me inside of you
'cause you know that I always keep it (keep it true)
And exactly why I do just what I do
Yeah, what I do

I got breakneck delivery, no for chivalry
Extraordinary ability, longevity
Dig deep in your and find 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 hits ain't 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 leave the league an
Gimme the fifth, I'm drinking while I'm a piss, bitch

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

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

to end

[xzibit over
Limp bizkit ladies and
C'mon! yeah!
Takin this shit over for motherfucking 2000,
Limp bizkit, mr. x to the z,
Kickin a mudhole in you ass motherfuckers
Yeah! ha! it stop what, it never stop huh
this! huh
Yeah, yeah,
R.i.p. roger troutman, yeah,