Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle bite
whatever it takes get what they like
always stay and go where they like
your they make it and gone in the night
and make no mistake, do got a heart
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
dont quiver or shake they take a part
and break it apart who swim the sharks.

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

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

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers gats attack you with bats
they scums, bums as anything comes and
they mix tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose cause 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 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 bite
whatever it takes they get what they
and they gonna hide, and they run
but they gonna suffer some fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
they gonna the carnival clowns
and they gonna parish We you now.

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