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 wanna fuck with, me today
'cause a little somethin, somethin didn't, go way
So try not to be like, today
I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way
We don't give a fuck we're rockin the place
We're only givin a fuck if you're the space
So getcha, getcha groove on [gotta groove on]
Don't keep us waitin too long [don't keep us 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
through the genelect
High tech, you on the run now
wanna be that, guy
Every single I'm alive, i'm, alive
I, understand why
I got control, full of candy in your soul
up the sweetness
This is you need
Another little of me inside of you
'cause you know that I always keep it (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
ability, shit longevity
Dig deep in your soul and yourself
'cause mind control can y'all to someone else
So fast, your head'll probably the fuck right off
Me and fred about to go 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 attempt to bring the championship
all in the wrists I still leave the league an assist
Gimme the fifth, I'm drinking while I'm a piss, bitch

I got material, I serial kill shit
Gimme the shit, x finish 'em all quick
Makin your jaw split I'm touchin the mosh pit
Constant conflict, faggots unconscious
Nauseous, raisin the stakes, increasin the
Got homies I can lay down lift they plates
So trying to invade my space
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 see the size of the flame
Then you might despise the of my game
Step the fuck back, xzibit's on the
You buckled up before your head hit the dash
You gotta hate that, a demo from an eight
Brought me to a place, where comes in eight stacks, bitch

to end

[xzibit over
Limp ladies and gentlemen
C'mon! yeah!
Takin this shit over for 2000, 2001
Limp bizkit, mr. x to the z,
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