Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

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

Tell me ouija board, peaking in my window again?
Couldn't be Peter Pan cause he's got a fuckin' grin
The board's spelled out E V I L twin C A T F I S H
Billy you again
right I'm coming out to play, Michael you should bow and pray
Look up to the sun and blind yourself I'm about the only one to relate
To the that you want to fight
But it ain't really gonna pay off because that fucking outlaw inside you's get ya either way
Now be the for the order
Obviously your the sort of kind of warrior the border probably want to let through the door
Cause all the is that you're poorer to the poor and overworked
Bodies singing out the story they can all be of
But the sound of power showers louder speakers in the boring hip-hop court lobby. (Uh)
I'm a super freak, Rick bitch, you can do for me
I take a 9 ya man and drop him off with a lighter down on hookah street
I'm everything you could be, make you MC read his elegy while I pull my down behind a tree
Man somebody here, "Yela', you can pee?" Yep!
I care bout a grave owner
Hater I don't care if I don't pay when I enter places, if it's a million waiting to enter
Fuck a VIP I want to see a and listen to no roast
Just a wave of a bunch of the days and I blaze this place, me in the center
I'm sicker than a hick up in the heat with syphilis and
sucking on a pipe like (kid of lice?) plus survivors that can be identified
It's probably that you grab a sweater
yet a leather jacket from a closet rack
And maybe get a pack of antibiotics for the psychotic hi-fi phonics I share
there's a catfish breathing air
There's not two, there's not a
not a they, that's another year
That's ball park all together
Frank got a gold No Limit's tank
And a golden 45 at the pitcher
Motherfuckers play a pickup game?
hit the strands
I'm so on my own shit I won't quit
I'm so on my own out that I can't quit
If you quarrel leaving, paint it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the Hollywood
Fuck bodies bang in your church
You can sang with me free
Styles I got piles, I got miles
Show I got crowds, hoes I'm not
Open your mouth, slow leaking out, you a beer
Towels on the floor, on the floor
on the floor, now you record? Loud as a boar
Why would a boy look in the
I say today is the day that I wake up and outside
And the entire globe turns bright purple just by popping little pill here, ya dig?
I'm the reincarnate of a Vietnam vet. chasing a through the jungle
With a like a tumble-weed, blood shot 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 back of the broken Volkswagen, parking the bug in the lot and rolling baggies
Walking around the festival, then profiting off the these people yearning,
For that LSD, for the lettuce in me
I give you props if you grow crops
Keep your tie-die and flip
Yippee-ki-yay if you stop. (Don't stop)

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