Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Sun Returns

P-p-p pass the boota, the boota
Cause I wanna get, p-p-p the boota
P-p-p the boota, cause I wanna get off
All the fuckers that are to dis the kid rock
You can get shot, but I'm gonna get hot
When it comes to I got a new caddy
Cause you got about as much as a fuckin rice patty
Babe, ahh don't your day job
It the way ahh
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 whatcha gonna do
1 wood 7 iron and I'm on the at 2
With 1 putt I lyin a birdy in the
I drive the show putt for
So it up hoe
I get a lot of looks
I ain't stealin music, my man
I ain't to crook
Your playin dummy with pride
And you cant tell me shit about a vibe
And all that jive your preachin, it's
God saved my soul, you save the fuckin forest
And I'll meet you in
The prodigal son kid I rock well
(only time tell)
Well it's coast from the midway
Smokin and sniffin lines
And at glance you wouldnt guess no
I even my own homemade wine
Moonshine, red wine, it up, drink it up
Roll it up, light it up, toke down, around
Cut it up, light it up, sniff it up, it up
Gimme a pipe and I just 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