Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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at the eyes, pick at the brains
because youre wretchedly and deranged.
Cause you's a a wicked vulture!
Pick at the heart at the soul
'em and drag 'em down into your hole
Cause 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 then you disappear as soon as the clear
you lash out at the poor and 'em to give you more
Sell everything off for the church, on the floor
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
but lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, like all of those
I suppose cause is the way that they chose.

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(Skit)
Go away Doc/ Leave him alone/ 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 hear?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/

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

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