Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

Stop the bus, violent J out, barrels to your chest
And blow your 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 boys will run a train on Felma Lou

Then her fucking 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 clowns jack
Cut your off and if you crawl back

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 coming through Park
Cut his with my good blade
four years old, still in the third grade

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

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

in the inner 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 your chest falls off

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

all that bullshit you stuck on
Get on your mule and get the fuck on
Don't back, or I'ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya
on your rebel 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, slit his throat
Wilbur, cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his back
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Felma Lou, I'ma her in the ass

Hillbillies listening South, hillbillies listening down South

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

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

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

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

Barrels to your face and blow your fucking off
Keep on gunning of what they said
Punk, I'll put a in your bald head
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 rebel

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

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

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 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 his back
Guber, stab that motherfucker in his bitch