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
kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up
You swallow them teeth I do
And me and my boys will run a train on your Lou

Then break her fucking back, bigots ain't all that
So, I'ma cut your brain out, 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 to the city folk, bitch, that's why you got your titties broke
So, get back on your
Don't let me see a bigot coming through Clark
Cut his neck with my blade
Thirty four years old, in the third grade

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

Been down South, you tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Uncle Willy, acting
Old bitch up viddles, that fuck on the porch playing the fiddle
You know I'd love to 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, picking shit off them yellow feet
Don't step or so much as
Or I'ma shoot you in the back till your falls off

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

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

Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma his back
Guber, stab his face, Jed, I'ma 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

listening down South, hillbillies listening down South

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

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

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

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

Barrels to your face and blow your head off
Keep on gunning 'cuz of what they
Punk, I'll put a in your bald head
a skinhead quick

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

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

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

Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his
Guber, I'm a his face, Jed, I'm a slit his throat
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 his back
Guber, I'ma stab that motherfucker in his