Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

Then break her fucking back, goddamn ain't all that
So, I'ma cut your out, reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the Carnival show, you're invited, you and your Flo
And the wicked clowns jack
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 through Park
Cut his neck with my blade
Thirty four years old, still in the third

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

Been down South, you can't tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly,
Uncle Willy, acting
Old bitch cooking up viddles, that on the porch playing the fiddle
You know I'd to show you that ghetto style
Take you out and throw you in the shit pile

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

you say ain't always hype
So, I'll you in the face with a lead pipe
Teach the what the pops taught you
And he's a bigot too, fell short of the due respect
Don't when I slap you in your red neck

all that bullshit you stuck on
Get on your mule and get the fuck on
look back, or I'ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya
Spit on your rebel rag, so, fuck you and your flag

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

listening down South, hillbillies listening down South

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

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

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

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

Barrels to your face and blow your head off
Keep on gunning 'cuz of they said
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 shit on a rebel flag
Yeah, shit on a rebel

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

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

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