Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son Returns

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