Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

Then break her back, goddamn bigots ain't all that
So, I'ma cut your out, reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the show, you're invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked 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 on your ardvark
Don't let me see a coming through Clark Park
Cut his with 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, both 'cha'll and your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel

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 love to show you ghetto style
Take you out back and throw you in the shit

Life in the inner city, I'd whip your ass, but you're all and funky
Like the pigs you eat, that shit off them yellow feet
step or so much as cough
Or I'ma you in the back till your chest falls off

What you say ain't always
So, I'll slap you in the face with a pipe
the kids what the pops taught you
And he's a funky-ass too, fell short of the due respect
Don't speak when I 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 rebel

Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma his back
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Jed, I'ma slit his
Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his
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 round of buckshot in mouth
And blow the back of your fucking loose
Hillbillies run around like a goose

you tried burning down my cross
That's ready hick named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you 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 in the south won't have it
put a round in your racist ass quick
The cool in the south team up with the

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

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

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

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

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, your rebel 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 slit his
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 break his
Guber, I'ma that motherfucker in his bitch