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 with, me today
'cause a little somethin, somethin didn't, go way
So try not to be like, today
'cause I'm a motherfucker from 'round the way
We give a fuck when we're rockin the place
We're only givin a fuck if you're the space
So getcha, getcha groove on getcha groove on]
Don't keep us waitin too long [don't keep us too long]

[fred
you treat me like a toy kid
Do you enjoy
Every single second I'm alive I'm a
Got laser beam mic checks
Communicatin through the
High tech, you on the run now
wanna be that, guy
Every second I'm alive, i'm, alive
I, don't why
I got control, of candy in your soul while
Pumpin up the
is what you need
Another little piece of me 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 find
'cause mind control can turn y'all to someone
So fast, your head'll probably spin the right off
Me and fred about to go half on
Me and limp burnin percent
Your little half ass direct hits even makin a dent
an event, all hell xzibit 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 I'm takin a piss, bitch

I got untapped material, I serial kill
the real shit, x finish 'em all quick
Makin jaw split when I'm touchin the mosh pit
Constant conflict, knockin faggots
Nauseous, raisin the stakes, increasin the
Got homies I can lay that lift 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 recognize we keep right to it
Lookin through these eyes, look into eyes
And you'll see the size of the
Then you might the size of my game
Step the back, xzibit's on the track
You should've up before your head hit the dash
You gotta hate that, a from an eight track
Brought me to a place, where comes 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,
Kickin a mudhole in you bitch ass
Yeah! ha! it don't stop what, it stop huh
this! huh
Yeah, yeah,
R.i.p. roger troutman, yeah,