Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Sun Returns

P-p-p pass the boota, the boota
Cause I get, p-p-p pass the boota
pass the boota, cause I wanna get off
All the that are tryin to dis the kid rock
You can get shot, but first I'm get hot
When it to rhyms I got a new caddy
Cause you got about as much as a fuckin rice patty
Babe, ahh don't quit day job
It the way ahh
But on the mic I'm god
And workin hard for moneys what I x'ed hoe
I wont sell my soul for some wax dipped in cheap gold
Par 4 motherfucker gonna do
1 wood 7 and I'm on the green at 2
1 putt I lyin a birdy in the hole
I drive the show for dough
So it up hoe
I get a lot of looks
I ain't your music, my man
I ain't to crook
Your playin dummy with pride
And you cant tell me shit a funny vibe
And all that your preachin, it's borin
God saved my soul, you save the fuckin forest
And I'll meet you in
The prodigal son kid I rock well
(only will tell)
Well it's coast from the midway
Smokin and sniffin lines
And at first glance you wouldnt no
I even make my own homemade
Moonshine, red wine, stir it up, it up
Roll it up, light it up, toke down, pass
Cut it up, light it up, sniff it up, it up
Gimme a pipe and I might smoke it
Object it, sellect it, it, protect it
Suck it in, tie it up, it and inject it
All night, that's right, pop it it
Set it on your tongue and then trip til you