Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

Then break her back, goddamn bigots ain't all that
So, I'ma cut your brain out, in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the Carnival show, invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna
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 back on your
let me see a bigot coming through Clark Park
Cut his neck with my blade
Thirty four old, still in the third grade

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

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

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

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

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

Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies down South

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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