Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle bite
it takes they get what they like
always stay fake and go where they
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 shake when they a part
and break it who swim with the sharks.

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring 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 lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
everything off for the church, sleep on the floor
you point the juiciest 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,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats attack you with
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with 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?/ 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/

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

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