Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

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

Tell me ouija board, who's peaking in my 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
right I'm coming out to play, Michael you should bow and pray
Look up to the sun and blind yourself cause I'm about the one to relate
To the Michael that you to fight
But it ain't really gonna pay off because that fucking outlaw you's gonna get ya either way
Now be the for the order
your 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 can all be proud of
But the sound of power showers louder speakers in the boring hip-hop court 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 hookah
I'm everything you could be, make you MC read his elegy while I my zipper down behind a tree
Man died here, "Yela', you can pee?" Yep!
I don't care a grave owner
I don't care if I don't pay when I enter 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 hick up in the with syphilis and hepatitis
They sucking on a pipe like (kid of lice?) survivors that can be identified
It's probably better that you grab a
Better yet a leather from a closet rack
And maybe get a pack of antibiotics for the 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 another
That's ball park all together
Frank got a gold No Limit's 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 I can't quit
If you quarrel leaving, paint it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the shameless
Fuck bang this in your church
You can sang with me it's
I got piles, flows I got miles
Show I got crowds, hoes I'm not
Open your mouth, slow out, love you a beer
on the floor, vowels 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 walk
And the globe turns bright purple just by popping this little pill here, ya dig?
I'm the reincarnate of a Vietnam vet. chasing a through 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 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 a dream inside a box, that box would implode
Dilapidate, evaporate, desaturated with
For the folks in the back of the broken Volkswagen, the bug in the parking lot and rolling baggies
Walking around the festival, then profiting off the people yearning, burning
For that LSD, for the lettuce in me
I give you most props if you crops
your tie-die and flip flops
Yippee-ki-yay if you stop. (Don't stop)

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