Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

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

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

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

Been down South, you tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Uncle Willy, acting
Old bitch cooking up viddles, that fuck on the porch the fiddle
You know I'd love to show you ghetto style
you out back and throw you in the shit pile

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

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

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

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

Hillbillies listening down South, listening down South

I'm up and I'm headed for the
put a round of buckshot in your mouth
And blow the back of your neck loose
Hillbillies run like a headless goose

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

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

And that bigot off his fucking horse
So put away goddamn twine
'Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little
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 your head
Scalp a quick

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

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

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel
Fuck rebel flag, fuck your rebel 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 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 his face, Felma 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 that in his bitch