Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son Returns

P-P-P the boota, pass the boota
i wanna get, P-P-P pass the boota
P-P-P the boota, cause i wanna get off
All the fuckers that are to dis the Kid Rock
When it to rhyms i got a new Caddy
You can get shot, but first i'm get hot
you got about as much flavor as a fuckin rice patty
It the way ahh
Babe, ahh quit your day job
But on the mic i'm God
And workin hard for your moneys what i hoe
Cause i wont sell my soul for some wax in cheap gold
Par 4 motherfucker whatcha do
1 wood 7 iron and i'm on the at 2
With 1 putt i a birdy in the hole
So it up hoe
I drive the show for dough
I get a lot of funny
I aint to fuckin
I stealin your music, my man
Your playin with your pride
And all jive your preachin, it's borin
And you cant tell me shit a funny vibe
God saved my soul, you the fuckin rain forest
And i'll meet you in
The prodigal son Kid i rock well
(only will tell)
Well it's been coast the midway
And at first you wouldnt guess no
I even my own homemade wine
grass and sniffin lines
Moonshine, Red wine, stir it up, it up
Cut it up, it up, sniff it up, rock it up
Roll it up, light it up, toke down, around
Gimme a and i just might smoke it
Object it, it, clean it, protect it
it in, tie it up, stick it and inject it
All night, that's right, pop it it
Set it on your tongue and then til you peak