Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you up bloody wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out they pension
you kick 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is
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 chest
You sell them medicine you make think they need
you around the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

Like and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes get what they like
always stay fake and go where like
your money make it and gone in the night
and make no mistake, do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
dont quiver or shake they take a part
and it apart 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 still on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you still 'em
You promised big is headed for next year
but then you as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to give you
Sell 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,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats attack you bats
they scums, as anything comes and goes
mix with 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?/ Those are his pills?/ I'm 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, they they bite
whatever it takes they get they like
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna some carnival fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the carnival
and they parish We promise you now.

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