Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

Stop the bus, violent J comes out, barrels to your
And blow lungs out, motherfuck a fucking hick
I'll you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up
You them teeth when I do
And me and my boys will run a train on your 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, you're invited, you and your Flo
And the clowns gonna jack
Cut lights 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 Park
Cut his neck my good blade
four years old, still in the third grade

Yet speaking on others, look at your hootin' ass motherfucker
And your Billy bitch, hey, both 'cha'll and your rebel 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 flag, your rebel 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 style
you out back and throw you in the shit pile

Life in the city, I'd whip 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 chest falls off

you say ain't always hype
So, I'll slap you in the face with a lead
Teach the kids what the pops you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too, short of the due respect
Don't speak when I 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, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma his back
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Jed, I'ma his throat
Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, break his back
Guber, stab his face, Felma Lou, I'ma fuck her in the ass

Hillbillies listening down South, listening down South

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

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

But ya know I 'cuz if I don't 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 south team up the North

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

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

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

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

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

Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a his back
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 stab his face, 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