Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

Stop the bus, violent J out, barrels to your chest
And blow your lungs out, motherfuck a fucking
I'll you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up
You swallow them teeth I do
And me and my will run a train on your Felma Lou

Then break her fucking back, goddamn bigots all that
So, cut your brain out, reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the show, you're invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked gonna jack
Cut your off and if you crawl back

Don't step to the city folk, bitch, that's why you got titties broke
So, get back on your
Don't let me see a coming through Clark Park
Cut his neck my good blade
four years old, still in the third grade

Yet on others, look at your hootin' anny ass motherfucker
And your Billy bitch, hey, fuck both 'cha'll and rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, your rebel flag
Fuck rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag

Been South, you can't tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Uncle Willy, acting
Old bitch cooking up viddles, that fuck on the playing the fiddle
You I'd love to show you that ghetto style
Take you out back and throw you in the pile

Life in the city, I'd whip your ass, but you're all shitty and funky
Like the pigs you eat, that shit off them yellow feet
step or so much as cough
Or shoot you in the back till your chest falls off

you say ain't always hype
So, I'll slap you in the face with a lead
Teach the what the pops taught you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too, fell short of the due
Don't speak when I you in your red neck

all that bullshit you stuck on
Get back on your and get the fuck on
Don't back, or I'ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya
Spit on your rebel rag, so, you and your rebel flag

Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Jed, slit his throat
Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Felma Lou, fuck her in the ass

Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies listening down

I'm up and I'm for the South
Fidna put a round of in your mouth
And blow the back of your fucking neck
Hillbillies run around like a headless

'Cuz you tried down my cross
That's ready racist named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you fuck your
Brick to the head, put you back on course,

But ya know I 'cuz if I don't flex on you, the others will
folks in the south won't have it
They put a round in your ass quick
The cool in the team up with the North

And blow that bigot off his horse
So put away your twine
'Cuz I'm a cut your and take a little moonshine
drink it all up

Barrels to your and blow your fucking head off
Keep on 'cuz of what they said
Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald
Scalp a skinhead

And greasy ass triple Klan ain't shit
Zip you up in the bag
And I'll shit on a rebel flag
Yeah, shit on a flag

Fuck rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck rebel flag

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your flag
Fuck your rebel flag, it ain't

Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a his back
Guber, I'm a his face, Jed, I'm a slit his throat
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his

Guber, I'm a stab his face, Felma Lou, I'm a her in the ass
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a his back
Guber, I'ma that motherfucker in his bitch