Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

Then 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 wicked gonna jack
Cut lights off and if you crawl back

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

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

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

Life in the inner city, I'd whip your ass, but you're all and funky
Like the pigs you eat, picking that shit off them yellow
Don't step or so as cough
Or I'ma shoot you in the back till your falls off

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

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

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

Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies down South

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

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

But ya know I chill 'cuz if I don't on you, the others will
Straight folks in the south 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 twine
'Cuz I'm a cut pipe and take a little moonshine
Then it all up

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

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

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

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