Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up wrecks
you con the elderly up out they pension checks
you 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is coming
you the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell 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 think need
you come around the flowers but you's a weed.

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

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Pick at the eyes, pick at the
because youre sick and deranged.
you's a vulture a wicked vulture!
Pick at the heart at the soul
'em and drag 'em down into your hole
Cause you's a 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 for next year
but you disappear as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to give you
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.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats attack you bats
they scums, bums as anything 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?/ 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 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 rattle they
whatever it takes they get what like
and they gonna hide, and gonna run
but they gonna suffer carnival fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna the carnival clowns
and they gonna parish We you now.

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