Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

Stop the bus, violent J comes out, barrels to your
And your lungs out, motherfuck a fucking hick
I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking up
You swallow them teeth 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 your brain out, reach in and pull your out
Welcome to the Carnival show, invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked gonna 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 on your ardvark
Don't let me see a bigot coming through Park
Cut his neck with my blade
four years old, still in the third grade

Yet speaking on others, look at your 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 your rebel
your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag

Been down South, you tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Uncle Willy, nilly
Old bitch cooking up viddles, that fuck on the porch the fiddle
You know I'd love to you that ghetto style
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
Like the pigs you eat, picking that shit off them yellow
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, slap you in the face with a lead pipe
Teach the kids what the taught you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too, fell short of the due
Don't when I slap you in your red neck

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

Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, break 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, I'ma her in the ass

Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies listening South

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 down my cross
That's ready racist hick named
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 have it
put a round in your racist ass quick
The cool in the south team up the North

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

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

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

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

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