Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

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

Tell me ouija board, who's peaking in my window
Couldn't be Peter Pan he's got a fuckin' evil grin
The board's spelled out E V I L twin C A T F I S H
that's you again
Fucking right I'm coming out to play, 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 really gonna pay off because that fucking outlaw inside you's gonna 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 commonal' is that you're to the poor 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 drop him off with a lighter down on hookah
I'm everything you could be, make you MC read his elegy while I pull my zipper behind a tree
Man died here, "Yela', you can pee?" Yep!
I don't care a grave owner
Hater I care if I don't pay when I enter places, if it's a million people waiting to enter
Fuck a VIP I to see a stage and listen 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 survivors that can be
It's better that you grab a sweater
Better yet a jacket from a closet rack
And maybe get a pack of antibiotics for the hi-fi phonics that I share
there's a catfish breathing air
There's not two, not a there
That's not a they, another year
That's ball park all together
Frank got a fake gold No tank
And a golden 45 at the pitcher
Motherfuckers play a pickup game?
Bones hit the
I'm so on my own that I won't quit
I'm so on my own out here that I can't
If you quarrel leaving, paint it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the Hollywood
Fuck bodies bang this in your
You can with 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
Towels on the floor, on the floor
Grounds on the floor, now you Loud as a boar
Why a boy look in the mirror?
I say today is the day that I wake up and outside
And the entire globe bright purple just by popping this little pill here, ya dig?
I'm the reincarnate of a Vietnam vet. chasing a group through the
With a mind a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm chewing on a twig
My great great grand daddy fed me 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, with sound
For the in the back 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 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 picture frame
Yeah! did I say now
Cause I'm a child
Lord knows, I'm a child