Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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

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

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats attack you bats
they scums, bums as anything comes and
mix with tons of hoes, dirty 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 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 have it/ How long til he dies?/ Let's check his wallet/ Lets pull the Do you think he can hear?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/

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

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