Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Sun Returns

P-p-p the boota, pass the boota
Cause I wanna get, p-p-p the boota
P-p-p the boota, cause I wanna get off
All the fuckers are tryin to dis the kid rock
You can get shot, but I'm gonna get hot
it comes to rhyms I got a new caddy
Cause you got about as much flavor as a rice patty
Babe, ahh quit 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 my soul for some wax dipped in cheap gold
Par 4 motherfucker whatcha do
1 7 iron and I'm on the green at 2
With 1 I lyin a birdy in the hole
I drive the show for dough
So it up hoe
I get a lot of funny
I ain't your music, my man
I to fuckin crook
Your playin dummy your pride
And you cant tell me shit a funny vibe
And all that jive preachin, it's borin
God my soul, you save the fuckin rain forest
And I'll meet you in
The prodigal son kid rock I rock
(only time tell)
Well it's been coast the midway
grass and sniffin lines
And at first glance you guess no
I even make my own homemade
Moonshine, red wine, it up, drink it up
Roll it up, it up, toke down, pass around
Cut it up, it up, sniff it up, rock it up
Gimme a pipe and I just smoke it
Object it, sellect it, clean it, it
it in, tie it up, stick it and inject it
All night, right, pop it drop it
Set it on your tongue and then trip til you