Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Sun Returns

P-p-p the boota, pass the boota
I wanna get, p-p-p pass the boota
P-p-p pass the boota, cause I get off
All the fuckers are tryin to dis the kid rock
You can get shot, but I'm gonna get hot
When it comes to rhyms I got a new
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 your 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 putt I lyin a in the hole
I drive the show putt for
So it up hoe
I get a lot of looks
I stealin your music, my man
I ain't to crook
Your playin with your pride
And you cant me shit about a funny vibe
And all that jive preachin, it's borin
God saved my soul, you the fuckin rain forest
And meet you in hell
The prodigal son kid rock I rock
(only time tell)
Well it's been from the midway
Smokin grass and sniffin
And at glance you wouldnt guess no
I even make my own wine
Moonshine, red wine, stir it up, it up
Roll it up, light it up, toke down, pass
Cut it up, it up, sniff it up, rock it up
Gimme a pipe and I just might it
Object it, it, clean 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 trip til you peak