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 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is coming
you the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell what you reposes, you clean 'em out their
you wait for them to try to rest and it out they chest
You sell them medicine you make them think they
you come the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

Like serpents and snakes, rattle they bite
it takes they get what they like
always stay fake and go they like
your they make 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 they a part
and it apart who swim with the sharks.

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Pick at the eyes, at the brains
because youre sick and deranged.
Cause you's a 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 ring on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you still 'em
You big things is headed for next year
but then you disappear as soon as the 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 necks out to all the vampires
but in the dark you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
with gats attack you with bats
they scums, bums as anything and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way 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 long til he dies?/ Let's check his wallet/ Lets pull the plug/ Do you think he can He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/

Like and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes get what they like
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but they suffer some carnival fun
and make no they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and hard as a
they gonna the carnival clowns
and gonna parish We promise you now.

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