Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

Well, I'm a child
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 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 yourself cause I'm the only one to relate
To the Michael that you to fight
But it ain't really pay off because that fucking outlaw inside you's gonna get ya either way
Now be the porta-potty for the
your the sort of kind of warrior the border probably don't want to let through the door
Cause all the commonal' is you're poorer to the poor and overworked
Bodies singing out the they can all be proud of
But the sound of power showers over louder speakers in the boring hip-hop 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 a lighter down on hookah street
I'm everything you could be, make you MC read his elegy while I pull my zipper behind a tree
Man somebody here, "Yela', you can pee?" Yep!
I don't bout a grave 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 want to see a and listen to no roast
Just a wave of a bunch of from the days and I blaze this place, me in the
I'm sicker than a up in the heat with syphilis and hepatitis
They sucking on a pipe like (kid of lice?) 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 phonics I share
Cause a catfish breathing air
There's not two, not a there
That's not a they, another year
That's another park all together
got a fake gold No Limit's tank
And a golden 45 pointed at the
Motherfuckers wanna a pickup game?
hit the strands
I'm so on my own shit that I quit
I'm so on my own out that I can't quit
If you quarrel leaving, paint it, and the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood
Fuck bodies bang in your church
You can sang with me free
Styles I got piles, I got miles
Show I got crowds, I'm not proud
your mouth, slow leaking out, love you a beer
Towels on the floor, on the floor
Grounds on the floor, now you record? Loud as a
Why would a boy look in the
I say today is the day I wake up and walk outside
And the entire globe turns bright purple by popping this little pill here, ya dig?
I'm the of a Vietnam vet. chasing a group through the jungle
With a mind like a tumble-weed, 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, that box implode
Dilapidate, evaporate, desaturated sound
For the folks in the back of the broken Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking lot and rolling
around 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 crops
your tie-die and flip 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
Cause I'm a voodoo
Lord knows, I'm a child