Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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Pick at the eyes, at the brains
because youre wretchedly and deranged.
Cause you's a vulture a vulture!
Pick at the pick 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 still on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you still 'em
You promised big things is for next year
but then you disappear as as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and 'em to give you more
Sell off for the church, sleep on the floor
you point the juiciest out to all the vampires
but lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats you with bats
they scums, as anything comes and goes
they mix tons 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?/ I'll be at home/ Who gets his car?/ Who gets the crib?/ 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 and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get what they
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer some fun
and make no they do got a heart
it's than coal and hard as a rock
gonna visit the carnival clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

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