Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

Well, I'm a voodoo
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 ouija board's out E V I L twin C A T F I S H
Billy you again
Fucking I'm coming out to play, Michael 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 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, James bitch, you can do for me
I take a 9 smoke ya man and drop him off with a lighter down on street
I'm everything you could be, make you MC read his elegy while I pull my zipper down a tree
Man somebody 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 places, if it's a million people waiting to enter
Fuck a VIP I to see a stage and listen to no roast
a wave of a bunch of from the days and I blaze this place, me in the center
I'm sicker than a hick up in the heat with and hepatitis
sucking on a pipe like (kid of lice?) plus survivors that can be identified
It's probably better that you a sweater
Better yet a leather jacket from a closet
And get a pack of antibiotics for the psychotic hi-fi phonics that I share
Cause a catfish breathing air
There's not two, not a there
That's not a they, that's year
That's another park all together
got a fake gold No Limit's tank
And a 45 pointed 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 quit
If you quarrel leaving, it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood
bodies bang this in your church
You can with me it's free
Styles I got piles, I got miles
I got crowds, hoes I'm not proud
Open your mouth, slow out, love you a beer
on the floor, vowels on the floor
Grounds on the floor, now you record? Loud as a
Why a boy look in the mirror?
I say today is the day that I up and walk outside
And the entire globe turns bright just by popping 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, 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 implode
Dilapidate, evaporate, desaturated with
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 most props if you grow
Keep tie-die and flip flops
if you don't stop. (Don't stop)

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