Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

Well, I'm a child
I'm a voodoo child

Tell me ouija board, who's in my window again?
Couldn't be Peter Pan cause he's got a fuckin' grin
The ouija spelled out E V I L twin C A T F I S H
Billy that's you
Fucking I'm coming out to play, Michael you should bow and pray
up to the sun and blind yourself cause I'm about the only one to relate
To the Michael you want to fight
But it really gonna pay off because that fucking outlaw inside you's gonna get ya either way
Now be the porta-potty for the
Obviously your the of kind of warrior the border probably don't want to let through the door
all the commonal' is that you're poorer to the poor and overworked
Bodies singing out the story can all be proud of
But the sound of power showers over louder speakers in the boring hip-hop lobby. (Uh)
I'm a freak, Rick James bitch, you can do for me
I take a 9 smoke ya man and drop him off with a lighter down on hookah
I'm you could be, make you MC read his elegy while I pull my zipper down behind a tree
Man somebody here, "Yela', you can pee?" Yep!
I don't care bout a owner
Hater I don't care if I don't pay I enter places, if it's a million people waiting to enter
Fuck a VIP I want to see a stage and to no roast
Just a wave of a bunch of from the days and I this place, me in the center
I'm sicker a hick up in the heat with syphilis and hepatitis
They sucking on a pipe like (kid of lice?) plus that can be identified
It's probably better that you grab a
yet a leather jacket from a closet rack
And maybe get a pack of for the psychotic hi-fi phonics that I share
Cause there's a breathing air
There's not two, there's not a
That's not a they, another year
That's another ball all together
Frank got a fake gold No tank
And a 45 pointed at the pitcher
Motherfuckers wanna a pickup game?
Bones hit the
I'm so on my own shit that I won't
I'm so on my own out here that I can't
If you leaving, paint it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood
Fuck bang this in your church
You can with me it's free
I got piles, flows I got miles
Show I got crowds, I'm not proud
Open your mouth, slow leaking out, love you a
Towels on the floor, on the floor
Grounds on the floor, now you record? as a boar
Why a boy look in the mirror?
I say today is the day that I wake up and walk
And the entire globe turns bright purple just by popping this little pill here, ya
I'm the reincarnate of a Vietnam vet. chasing a through the jungle
With a mind like a tumble-weed, blood eyes, and I'm chewing on a twig
My great grand daddy fed me pepper and told me it was chocolate
He must of known I need some spice in life, I was too big for this piece of shit
You try putting a dream inside a box, that box implode
Dilapidate, evaporate, desaturated sound
For the folks in the of the broken Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking lot and rolling baggies
Walking the festival, then profiting off the these people yearning, burning
For LSD, for the lettuce head in me
I give you most props if you grow
Keep your tie-die and flip
if you don't stop. (Don't stop)

And at the same time I'm right here in picture frame
Yeah! did I say now
I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows, I'm a child