Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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Pick at the eyes, at the brains
because wretchedly sick and deranged.
Cause you's a a wicked vulture!
Pick at the pick at the soul
'em and drag 'em down into your hole
Cause a vulture a wicked vulture!

You cut the fingers off if a ring still on 'em
if they come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is headed for next
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, sleep on the
you the juiciest necks out to all the vampires
but in the dark you might get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
they scums, as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of
I cause wicked is the way that they chose.

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(Skit)
Go 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 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 gonna hide, and they run
but gonna suffer some carnival fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
it's blacker than and hard as a rock
gonna visit the carnival clowns
and gonna parish We promise you now.

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