Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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

You cut the off if theres a ring still on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you still 'em
You promised big things is headed for year
but then you disappear as soon as the 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 lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
with gats attack you with bats
they scums, bums as comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, like all of those
I suppose 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 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 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 like
and they gonna hide, and they run
but they gonna suffer some fun
and make no mistake they do got a
it's than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the carnival
and they gonna We promise you now.

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