Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You for death to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out they pension
you kick 'em when theyre down, you 'em god is coming
you the lonely souls, 800 numbers 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 sell them medicine you them think they need
you around the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

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

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

You cut the off if theres a ring still on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you still 'em
You promised big is headed for next year
but then you as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to you more
Sell everything off for the church, sleep on the
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats attack you with
they scums, bums as comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way 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 plug/ Do you think he can He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/

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

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