Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Son Returns

P-P-P pass the boota, the boota
Cause i wanna get, pass the boota
P-P-P pass the boota, i wanna get off
All the fuckers that are to dis the Kid Rock
it comes to rhyms i got a new Caddy
You can get shot, but i'm gonna get hot
Cause you got about as much as a fuckin rice patty
It the way ahh
Babe, ahh dont your day job
But on the mic i'm God
And workin hard for moneys what i x'ed hoe
Cause i wont my soul for some wax dipped in cheap gold
Par 4 motherfucker whatcha do
1 wood 7 and i'm on the green at 2
With 1 putt i lyin a in the hole
So it up hoe
I drive the show for dough
I get a lot of funny
I aint to fuckin
I aint stealin music, my man
Your playin dummy with your
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 son Kid Rock i rock well
(only will tell)
Well it's coast from the midway
And at glance you wouldnt guess no
I even make my own homemade
Smokin grass and lines
Moonshine, Red wine, stir it up, it up
Cut it up, light it up, sniff it up, it up
Roll it up, light it up, down, pass around
Gimme a pipe and i just might it
Object it, sellect it, it, protect it
Suck it in, tie it up, stick it and it
All night, that's right, pop it it
Set it on tongue and then trip til you peak