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
I'll kick you in the mouth, swell fucking lips up
You swallow them teeth I do
And me and my boys run a train on your Felma Lou

Then break her fucking back, bigots ain't all that
So, I'ma cut your 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 your lights off and if you crawl

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

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

Been down South, you can't me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Willy, acting nilly
Old bitch cooking up viddles, that fuck on the playing the fiddle
You know I'd love to show you ghetto style
Take you out 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 shit off yellow feet
Don't step or so much as
Or I'ma shoot you in the till your chest falls off

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

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

Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his
Guber, stab his face, Jed, I'ma slit his throat
Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Felma Lou, fuck 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 back of your neck loose
Hillbillies run around like a goose

'Cuz you tried burning my cross
ready racist hick named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you fuck 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 have it
They put a round in racist ass quick
The cool in the south team up with the

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

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

And your greasy ass triple Klan shit
Zip you up in the bag
And I'll shit on a motherfucking rebel
Yeah, shit on a flag

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

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