Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody
you con the feeblos up out they pension checks
you kick 'em when down, you tell 'em god is coming
you work the lonely souls, 800 runnin'
You what you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests
you wait for them to try to and yank it out they chest
You them medicine you make them think they need
you come around the flowers but a dirty weed.

serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get they like
always stay fake and go where like
money they make it and gone in the night
and no mistake, they do got a heart
it's blacker than and hard as a rock
quiver or shake when they take a part
and break it apart who with the sharks.

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Pick at the eyes, at the brains
youre wretchedly sick and deranged.
Cause a vulture a wicked vulture!
at the heart pick at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em into your hole
you's a vulture a wicked vulture!

You cut the fingers off if a ring still on 'em
if they come in cursed, you still want 'em
You big things is headed for next year
but then you disappear as soon as the clear
you lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
Sell everything off for the church, on the floor
you point the necks out to all the vampires
but lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats attack you bats
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of
I cause wicked is the way that they chose.

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(Skit)
Go away Doc/ Leave him alone/ When will he die?/ I'll be at home/ Who gets his car?/ Who gets the crib?/ Those are his pills?/ I'm poppin' the lid/ I give him a week/ What do I get?/ Put me in his will/ He's moving again/ Sign it like him/ Cut off that beep/ There go his That shit is sweet/ Give me a hit!/ The preacher called/ He's tryin' to get paid/ Who's feeding his dog?/ Fuck that dog!/ It's beepin again!/ Whoa, that morphine's kickin' in/ What about his money?/ He wants the church to have it/ How long til he dies?/ Let's check his wallet/ Lets pull the plug/ Do you think he can hear?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle they
whatever it takes they get they like
and they gonna hide, and gonna run
but they gonna suffer some fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the clowns
and they gonna parish We you now.

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