Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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

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

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
they scums, bums as anything and goes
mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way that 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 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 they
whatever it they get what they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna some carnival fun
and make no they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and hard as a
they gonna visit the carnival
and they parish We promise you now.

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