Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

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

Tell me board, who's peaking in my window again?
be Peter Pan cause he's got a fuckin' evil grin
The ouija board's spelled out E V I L C A T F I S H
Billy you again
Fucking I'm coming out to play, Michael you should bow and pray
Look up to the sun and blind cause I'm about the only one to relate
To the Michael that you want to
But it ain't really gonna pay off because that fucking outlaw inside gonna get ya either way
Now be the for the order
your the sort of kind of warrior the border probably don't want to let through the door
Cause all the is that you're poorer to the poor and overworked
Bodies singing out the they can all be proud of
But the sound of power showers over louder speakers in the hip-hop court lobby. (Uh)
I'm a super freak, Rick bitch, you can do for me
I take a 9 smoke ya man and drop him off with a down on hookah street
I'm everything you could be, 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 a grave owner
Hater I don't care if I pay when 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 than a hick up in the heat with syphilis and
They sucking on a like (kid of lice?) plus survivors that can be identified
It's probably better that you a sweater
Better yet a leather jacket from a rack
And maybe get a pack of antibiotics for the hi-fi phonics that I share
Cause there's a breathing air
not two, there's not a there
That's not a they, that's another
That's another ball park all
Frank got a gold No Limit's tank
And a 45 pointed at the pitcher
Motherfuckers wanna play a pickup
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 bang this in your church
You can sang with me free
Styles I got piles, flows I got
Show I got crowds, hoes I'm not
your mouth, slow leaking out, love you a beer
Towels on the floor, on the floor
Grounds on the floor, now you record? as a boar
Why would a boy look in the
I say today is the day I wake up and walk outside
And the entire globe turns bright purple just by popping little pill here, ya dig?
I'm the reincarnate of a vet. chasing a group through the jungle
With a mind like a tumble-weed, shot eyes, and I'm chewing on a twig
My great grand daddy fed me pepper and told me it was chocolate
He of known I need some spice in life, I was too big for this piece of shit town
You try putting a inside a box, that box would implode
Dilapidate, evaporate, with sound
For the folks in the of the broken Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking 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 most props if you crops
Keep your tie-die and flip
Yippee-ki-yay if you stop. (Don't stop)

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