Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

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

Tell me ouija board, who's in my window again?
Couldn't be Peter Pan cause got a fuckin' evil grin
The ouija board's out E V I L twin C A T F I S H
Billy you again
Fucking right I'm coming out to play, you should bow and pray
Look up to the sun and blind yourself I'm about the only one to relate
To the Michael that you to fight
But it ain't really gonna pay off because that outlaw inside you's gonna get ya either way
Now be the porta-potty for the
Obviously the sort of kind of warrior the border probably don't want to let through the door
Cause all the commonal' is that you're poorer to the and overworked
singing out the story they can all be proud of
But the sound of power showers louder speakers in the boring hip-hop court lobby. (Uh)
I'm a super freak, James bitch, you can do for me
I take a 9 smoke ya man and him off with a lighter down on hookah street
I'm everything you could be, make you MC read his 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 when I enter places, if a million people waiting to enter
a VIP I want to see a stage and listen to no roast
Just a wave of a bunch of from the days and I blaze this place, me in the
I'm sicker a hick up in the heat with syphilis and hepatitis
They sucking on a pipe like (kid of lice?) survivors that can be identified
probably better that you grab a sweater
Better yet a leather from a closet rack
And maybe get a pack of antibiotics for the hi-fi phonics that I share
Cause a catfish breathing air
There's not two, not a there
That's not a they, that's another
another ball park all together
Frank got a fake gold No tank
And a 45 pointed at the pitcher
Motherfuckers play a pickup game?
hit the strands
I'm so on my own shit that I won't
I'm so on my own out that I can't quit
If you quarrel leaving, paint it, and grenade the in the ground of the shameless Hollywood
Fuck bodies bang this in your
You can sang me it's free
Styles I got piles, flows I got
I got crowds, hoes I'm not proud
Open your mouth, slow leaking out, you a beer
on the floor, vowels on the floor
Grounds on the floor, now you record? Loud as a
Why would a boy in the mirror?
I say is the day that I wake up and walk outside
And the entire turns bright purple just by popping this little pill here, ya dig?
I'm the of a Vietnam vet. chasing a group through the jungle
With a mind like a tumble-weed, blood eyes, and I'm chewing on a twig
My great great grand daddy fed me pepper and me it was chocolate
He must of known I some spice in life, I was too big for this piece of shit town
You try putting a dream inside a box, that box implode
Dilapidate, evaporate, with sound
For the folks in the back of the Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking lot and rolling baggies
Walking the festival, then profiting off the these people yearning, burning
For that LSD, for the head in me
I give you most if you grow crops
Keep your and flip flops
Yippee-ki-yay if you stop. (Don't stop)

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