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 theyre down, you tell 'em god is coming
you work the souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You what you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests
you for them to try to rest and yank it out they chest
You them medicine you make them think they need
you around the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle they
whatever it they get what they like
always fake and go where they like
your they make it and gone in the night
and no mistake, they do got a heart
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
dont quiver or shake 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 drag 'em down into your
Cause a vulture a wicked vulture!

You cut the fingers off if theres a still on 'em
even if come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is headed for next
but then you as soon as the checks clear
you out at the poor and tell '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,
with drugs and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats you with bats
they scums, as anything comes 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 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, rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get what like
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer some fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they visit the carnival clowns
and gonna parish We promise you now.

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