Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

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

Tell me board, who's peaking in my window again?
Couldn't be 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
that's you again
Fucking right I'm coming out to play, Michael you should bow and
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 gonna pay off because that fucking outlaw inside you's gonna get ya either way
Now be the porta-potty for the
your the sort of kind of warrior the border probably don't want to let through the door
Cause all the commonal' is you're poorer to the poor and overworked
Bodies singing out the story they can all be of
But the sound of showers over 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 smoke ya man and him off with a lighter down on hookah street
I'm everything you be, make you MC read his elegy while I pull my zipper down behind a tree
Man died here, "Yela', you can pee?" Yep!
I don't 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 stage and listen to no
Just a wave of a of from the days and I blaze this place, me in the center
I'm sicker than a hick up in the 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
Better yet a leather from a closet rack
And maybe get a pack of for the psychotic hi-fi phonics that 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 wanna play a game?
hit the strands
I'm so on my own shit that I quit
I'm so on my own out here that I quit
If you quarrel leaving, it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood
bodies bang this in your church
You can sang with me free
Styles I got piles, I got miles
Show I got crowds, I'm not proud
Open your mouth, slow leaking out, you a beer
Towels on the floor, vowels on the
Grounds on the floor, now you Loud as a boar
Why would a boy look in the
I say today is the day that I up and walk outside
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 group through the
With a mind like a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm on a twig
My great grand daddy fed me pepper and told 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 would
Dilapidate, evaporate, desaturated with
For the folks in the back of the Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking lot and rolling baggies
Walking around the festival, profiting off the these people yearning, burning
For LSD, for the lettuce head in me
I give you props if you grow crops
Keep tie-die 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
I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows, I'm a child