Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

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

me ouija board, who's peaking in my window again?
Couldn't be Pan cause 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, you should 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 inside 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 poorer to the poor and overworked
singing out the story they can all be proud of
But the sound of power showers over louder speakers in the boring 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 read his elegy while I pull my zipper down behind a
Man died here, "Yela', you can pee?" Yep!
I care bout a grave owner
Hater I don't care if I don't pay when I enter places, if it's a million people to enter
Fuck a VIP I want to see a 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 than a hick up in the heat 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
yet a leather jacket from a closet rack
And maybe get a pack of antibiotics for the psychotic hi-fi that I share
Cause there's a catfish air
There's not two, not a there
That's not a they, that's another
That's another ball all together
Frank got a fake 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 that I won't quit
I'm so on my own out here I can't quit
If you quarrel leaving, paint it, and grenade the gains in the of the shameless Hollywood
Fuck bodies bang this in church
You can sang with me it's
Styles I got piles, I got miles
I got crowds, hoes I'm not proud
Open your mouth, slow leaking out, love you a
Towels on the floor, 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 that I up and walk outside
And the entire globe turns bright purple just by popping little pill here, ya dig?
I'm the reincarnate of a Vietnam vet. chasing a group through the
a mind like a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm chewing on a twig
My great grand daddy fed me pepper and told me it was chocolate
He must of known I need some spice in life, I was too big for piece of shit town
You try putting a dream inside a box, box would implode
Dilapidate, evaporate, with sound
For the folks in the back of the Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking lot and rolling baggies
Walking around the festival, then profiting off the these yearning, burning
For LSD, for the lettuce head in me
I give you most props if you grow
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
I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows, I'm a voodoo