Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son Returns

P-P-P the boota, pass the boota
Cause i wanna get, pass the boota
P-P-P pass the boota, cause i get off
All the fuckers are tryin to dis the Kid Rock
When it comes to i got a new Caddy
You can get shot, but first i'm get hot
Cause you got about as much flavor as a fuckin patty
It the way ahh
Babe, ahh dont quit day job
But on the mic i'm God
And workin for your moneys what i x'ed hoe
Cause i wont sell my soul for some wax dipped in gold
Par 4 motherfucker whatcha do
1 wood 7 and i'm on the green at 2
With 1 i lyin a birdy in the hole
So it up hoe
I the show putt for dough
I get a lot of funny
I to fuckin crook
I aint stealin music, my man
Your playin dummy with your
And all that your preachin, it's borin
And you cant tell me about a funny vibe
God my soul, you save the fuckin rain forest
And i'll you in hell
The son Kid Rock i rock well
(only time tell)
Well it's been from the midway
And at first glance you wouldnt no
I even my own homemade wine
grass and sniffin lines
Moonshine, Red wine, stir it up, it up
Cut it up, light it up, it up, rock it up
Roll it up, light it up, down, pass around
Gimme a pipe and i just smoke it
Object it, sellect it, it, protect it
it in, tie it up, stick it and inject it
All night, right, pop it drop it
Set it on your and then trip til you peak