Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

Stop the bus, violent J comes out, to your chest
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 will run a train on your Felma Lou

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

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

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

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

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 feet
Don't or so much as cough
Or I'ma shoot you in the back till chest falls off

What you say ain't always
So, slap you in the face with a lead pipe
Teach the what the pops taught you
And a funky-ass bigot too, fell short of the due respect
Don't speak when I slap you in red neck

Fuck all 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 rebel rag, so, fuck you and your rebel flag

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

listening down South, hillbillies listening down South

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel
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, 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 stab his face, 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 that motherfucker in his