Luyện nghe bài hát Voodoo Child (Freestyle)

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

Tell me board, who's peaking in my window again?
Couldn't be Peter Pan he's got a fuckin' evil grin
The ouija board's spelled out E V I L C A T F I S H
that's you again
Fucking right I'm coming out to play, Michael you bow and pray
up to the sun and blind yourself cause I'm about the only one to relate
To the Michael that you want to
But it ain't really pay off because that fucking outlaw inside you's gonna get ya either way
Now be the for the order
Obviously your the sort of kind of warrior the border probably want to let through the door
Cause all the commonal' is that you're poorer to the poor and
Bodies singing out the story can all be proud of
But the sound of showers over louder speakers in the boring hip-hop court lobby. (Uh)
I'm a freak, Rick James bitch, you can do for me
I take a 9 smoke ya man and him off with a lighter down on hookah street
I'm you could be, make you MC read his elegy while I pull my zipper down behind a tree
Man died here, "Yela', you can pee?" Yep!
I don't care bout a 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 listen to no
Just a wave of a bunch of from the days and I blaze this place, me in the
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 probably better that you grab a
Better yet a jacket from a closet rack
And maybe get a pack of antibiotics for the psychotic hi-fi phonics I share
Cause there's a 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 gold No Limit's tank
And a golden 45 pointed at the
Motherfuckers wanna play a 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 of the shameless Hollywood
Fuck bodies bang this in your
You can with me it's free
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? Loud as a
Why would a boy look in the
I say today is the day that I wake up and 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
With a mind like a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm chewing on a
My great great grand daddy fed me pepper and me it was chocolate
He must of known I need some spice in life, I was too big for this piece of shit
You try putting a dream a box, that box would implode
Dilapidate, evaporate, desaturated with
For the folks in the of the broken Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking lot and rolling baggies
Walking around the festival, then profiting off the these people yearning,
For LSD, for the lettuce head in me
I you most props if you grow crops
your tie-die and flip flops
Yippee-ki-yay if you 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