Luyện nghe bài hát The Prodigal Sun 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 tryin to dis the kid
You can get shot, but first I'm get hot
it comes to rhyms 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 hard for your 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
I drive the show putt for
So it up hoe
I get a lot of funny
I ain't your music, my man
I ain't to fuckin
Your playin dummy with 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 you in hell
The son kid rock I rock well
(only time tell)
Well it's been coast the midway
Smokin grass and lines
And at glance you wouldnt guess no
I make my own homemade wine
Moonshine, red wine, it up, drink it up
Roll it up, light it up, toke down, around
Cut it up, it up, sniff it up, rock it up
Gimme a pipe and I might smoke it
Object it, sellect it, it, protect it
it in, tie it up, stick it and inject it
All night, right, pop it drop it
Set it on your tongue and trip til you peak