Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

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

Tell me ouija board, who's peaking in my again?
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
Billy you again
Fucking right I'm coming out to play, Michael you bow and pray
up to the sun and blind yourself cause 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 you's gonna get ya either way
Now be the porta-potty for the
Obviously your the sort of kind of warrior the border probably don't to let through the door
Cause all the commonal' is that you're to the poor and overworked
Bodies singing out the story can all be proud of
But the sound of power showers over louder speakers in the boring hip-hop 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 a lighter down on hookah street
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 don't care if I don't pay when I 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 blaze place, me in the center
I'm sicker than a up in the heat with syphilis and hepatitis
They on a pipe like (kid of lice?) plus survivors that can be identified
It's better that you grab a sweater
Better yet a jacket from a closet rack
And get a pack of antibiotics for the psychotic 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
another ball park all together
Frank got a fake gold No tank
And a 45 pointed at the pitcher
Motherfuckers play a pickup game?
Bones hit the
I'm so on my own shit I won't quit
I'm so on my own out here that I quit
If you quarrel leaving, paint it, and grenade the in the ground of the shameless Hollywood
bodies bang this in your church
You can sang with me it's
Styles I got piles, I got miles
Show I got crowds, hoes I'm not
Open mouth, slow leaking out, love you a beer
Towels on the floor, on the floor
on the floor, now you record? Loud as a boar
Why a boy look in the mirror?
I say today is the day that I wake up and walk
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 a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm chewing on a twig
My great great grand daddy fed me pepper and told me it was
He must of known I need 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, desaturated with
For the folks in the of the broken Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking lot and rolling baggies
around the festival, then profiting off the these people yearning, burning
For that LSD, for the head in me
I give you props if you grow crops
your tie-die and flip flops
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
knows, I'm a voodoo child