Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

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

Tell me ouija board, who's 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 that's you
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 to fight
But it ain't really gonna pay off because fucking 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 poorer to the poor and overworked
Bodies singing out the story they can all be of
But the sound of power showers over louder speakers in the boring court lobby. (Uh)
I'm a freak, Rick 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 I pull my zipper down behind a tree
Man died 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
Fuck a VIP I want to see a stage and listen to no
Just a wave of a bunch of the days and I blaze 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 better that you grab a sweater
Better yet a leather from a closet rack
And maybe get a of antibiotics for the psychotic hi-fi phonics that I share
there's a catfish breathing air
There's not two, not a there
not a they, that's another year
That's ball park all together
Frank got a fake gold No tank
And a golden 45 at the pitcher
Motherfuckers wanna a pickup game?
hit the strands
I'm so on my own shit that I won't
I'm so on my own out here that I quit
If you quarrel leaving, paint it, and the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood
bodies bang this in your church
You can sang me it's free
I got piles, flows I got miles
Show I got crowds, hoes I'm not
Open your mouth, slow leaking out, love you a
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 that I wake up and outside
And the entire globe turns bright purple just by this little pill here, ya dig?
I'm the reincarnate of a Vietnam vet. chasing a group the jungle
With a mind like a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm on a twig
My great great 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, with sound
For the folks in the back of the broken Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking lot and rolling
Walking around the festival, then profiting off the these people yearning,
For that LSD, for the head in me
I give you most if you grow crops
Keep your tie-die and flip
Yippee-ki-yay if you stop. (Don't stop)

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