Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

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

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

Yet speaking on others, look at your anny ass motherfucker
And your Billy bitch, hey, both 'cha'll and your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck your 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 know I'd love to show you that style
Take you out back and throw you in the shit

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

What you say ain't always
So, I'll slap you in the face a lead pipe
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

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

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

Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies listening down

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

'Cuz you tried burning my cross
That's ready racist named Haus
You sleep in the and you fuck 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 south won't it
They put a round in your ass quick
The in the south team up with the North

And blow bigot off his fucking horse
So put your goddamn twine
'Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little
drink 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
Scalp a skinhead

And greasy ass triple Klan 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 rebel flag
Fuck rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag

Fuck your rebel flag, your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your flag
Fuck your rebel flag, it 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 break his

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 motherfucker in his bitch