Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

Then break her fucking back, goddamn bigots all that
So, I'ma cut your brain out, in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the Carnival show, invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna
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 on your ardvark
Don't let me see a bigot coming Clark Park
Cut his neck my good blade
Thirty years old, still in the third grade

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

Been South, you can't tell me, hillbilly, 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
you out back and throw you in the shit pile

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

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

Fuck all bullshit you stuck on
Get on your 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, break his back
Guber, I'ma his face, Jed, I'ma slit his throat
Wilbur, cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his back
Guber, stab his face, Felma Lou, I'ma fuck her in the ass

Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies listening South

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

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

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

And that bigot off his fucking horse
So put away goddamn twine
'Cuz I'm a cut your and take a little moonshine
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
a skinhead quick

And your greasy ass triple Klan shit
Zip you up in the bag
And I'll on a motherfucking rebel flag
Yeah, on a rebel flag

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

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

Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his
Guber, I'm a stab his face, Jed, I'm a 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 that motherfucker in his bitch