Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up wrecks
you con the elderly up out they pension checks
you kick 'em when down, you tell 'em god is coming
you work the lonely souls, 800 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 medicine you make them think they need
you come around the flowers but you's a weed.

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle bite
whatever it takes they get what like
always fake and go where they like
money they make it and gone in the night
and no mistake, they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and hard as a
dont quiver or 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!
at the heart pick 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
if they come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big is headed for next year
but then you disappear as soon as the clear
you lash out at the poor and 'em to give you more
Sell off for the church, sleep on the floor
you the juiciest necks out to all the vampires
but lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
they scums, bums as anything and goes
they mix with of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose 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 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 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 they get what they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but gonna suffer some carnival fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna the carnival clowns
and gonna parish We promise you now.

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