Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

Then her fucking back, goddamn bigots ain't all that
So, I'ma cut your brain out, in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the Carnival show, you're invited, you and your Flo
And the wicked gonna jack
Cut your lights off and if you crawl

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

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

Been down South, you can't tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly,
Uncle Willy, nilly
Old cooking up viddles, that fuck on the porch playing the fiddle
You know I'd love to show you that ghetto
Take you out back and throw you in the shit

Life in the city, I'd whip your ass, but you're all shitty and funky
Like the you eat, picking that shit off them yellow feet
Don't or so much as cough
Or I'ma shoot you in the back till your falls off

What you say ain't always
So, I'll slap you in the with a lead pipe
Teach the kids what the taught you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too, short of the due respect
speak when I slap you in your red neck

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

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

Hillbillies down South, hillbillies listening down South

I'm up and I'm headed for the
Fidna put a of buckshot in your mouth
And blow the back of your fucking neck
Hillbillies run around a headless goose

'Cuz you tried burning my cross
That's ready racist hick named
You sleep in the barn and you fuck horse
to the head, put you back on course, yeah

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

And blow that off his fucking horse
So put away your goddamn
'Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little
Then it all up

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

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

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

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel
Fuck your rebel flag, your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, it shit

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

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