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

[fred
you treat me like a toy kid
Do you enjoy
Every single second I'm alive I'm a
Got these laser beam mic
Communicatin 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 in your soul while
up the sweetness
This is what you
little piece of me inside of you
'cause you know that I always keep it (keep it true)
And that's why I do just what I do
Yeah, it's I do

I got delivery, no time for chivalry
Extraordinary ability, 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 about to go half on microsoft
Me and limp burnin percent
Your little half ass direct hits ain't even makin a
an event, all hell xzibit and limp
As we attempt to bring the championship
It's all in the wrists I still leave the an assist
Gimme the fifth, I'm drinking while I'm takin a piss,

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, knockin faggots
Nauseous, raisin the stakes, the weight
Got homies I can lay down lift they plates
So quit trying to my space
Before I call for a face to face, and gotta rest my like...

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

to end

[xzibit hook]
Limp ladies and gentlemen
C'mon! yeah!
this shit over for motherfucking 2000, 2001
Limp bizkit, mr. x to the z,
Kickin a mudhole in you ass motherfuckers
Yeah! ha! it don't what, it never stop huh
this! huh
Yeah, yeah,
R.i.p. roger troutman, yeah,