Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out they pension
you kick 'em theyre down, you tell 'em god is coming
you the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell what you reposes, you clean 'em out their
you wait for them to try to rest and yank it out chest
You sell them medicine you make them they need
you around the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

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

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you want 'em
You big things is headed for next year
but you disappear as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to give you
everything off for the church, sleep on the floor
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
but in the dark you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
with gats attack you with bats
they scums, bums as anything comes and
they mix with tons of hoes, like all of those
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 He's moving again/ Sign it like him/ Cut off that beep/ There go his morphine/ 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 and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes get what they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer some fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they visit the carnival clowns
and they parish We promise you now.

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