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?
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 that's you
Fucking right I'm coming out to play, Michael you should bow and
Look up to the sun and yourself 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 you's get ya either way
Now be the for the order
Obviously your the sort of kind of warrior the border don't want to let through the door
Cause all the commonal' is that you're poorer to the poor and
Bodies singing out the story they can all be of
But the sound of power showers 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 drop him off with a lighter on hookah street
I'm everything you could be, make you MC his elegy while I pull my zipper down behind a tree
Man died here, "Yela', you can pee?" Yep!
I don't care bout a grave
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 blaze 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 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 psychotic hi-fi phonics that I
there's a catfish breathing air
There's not two, not a there
not a they, that's another year
That's another park all together
Frank got a gold No Limit's tank
And a golden 45 pointed at the
Motherfuckers wanna 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, it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood
Fuck bang this in your church
You can sang with me free
Styles I got piles, I got miles
I got crowds, hoes I'm not proud
Open your mouth, slow leaking out, you a beer
on the floor, vowels on the floor
Grounds on the floor, now you Loud as a boar
Why would a boy in the mirror?
I say today is the day I wake up and walk outside
And the entire globe turns bright purple just by popping this 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 pepper and me it was chocolate
He must of I need 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 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 that LSD, for the head in me
I give you most props if you grow
Keep your tie-die and 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 voodoo