Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

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

Tell me ouija board, who's peaking in my again?
Couldn't be Peter Pan cause he's got a fuckin' evil
The ouija spelled out E V I L twin C A T F I S H
that's you again
Fucking right I'm coming out to play, Michael you should bow and
Look up to the sun and blind yourself cause I'm about the only one to
To the Michael that you want to
But it ain't really gonna pay off because that fucking outlaw inside you's gonna get ya way
Now be the for the order
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 poorer to the and overworked
Bodies singing out the story they can all be of
But the sound of power showers over louder 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 read his elegy while I my zipper down 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 enter places, if a million people waiting to enter
Fuck a VIP I want to see a 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
They sucking on a pipe like (kid of lice?) plus that can be identified
It's better that you grab a sweater
Better yet a leather from a closet rack
And maybe get a pack of antibiotics for the psychotic 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 ball park all
Frank got a fake gold No tank
And a 45 pointed at the pitcher
Motherfuckers wanna play a pickup
Bones hit the
I'm so on my own shit that I won't
I'm so on my own out that I can't quit
If you leaving, paint it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood
Fuck bodies bang in your church
You can sang me it's free
Styles I got piles, I got miles
Show I got crowds, I'm not proud
Open your mouth, leaking out, love you a beer
Towels on the floor, vowels on the
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 wake up and outside
And the entire globe turns bright just by popping this little pill here, ya dig?
I'm the of a Vietnam vet. chasing a group through the jungle
With a like a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm chewing on a twig
My great great daddy fed me pepper 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, box would implode
Dilapidate, evaporate, desaturated with
For the folks in the back of the broken Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking lot and baggies
Walking around the festival, then profiting off the people yearning, burning
For LSD, for the lettuce head in me
I you most props if you grow crops
Keep your tie-die and 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
Cause I'm a child
Lord knows, I'm a voodoo