Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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at the eyes, pick at the brains
because wretchedly sick and deranged.
you's a vulture a wicked vulture!
Pick at the heart at the soul
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 is headed for next year
but you disappear as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and '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 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 with
they scums, bums as anything 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 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 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 they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer some fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the carnival
and gonna parish We promise you now.

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