Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

Like serpents and snakes, rattle they bite
whatever it takes get what they like
always stay fake and go where they
your money make it and gone in the night
and make no mistake, they do got a
it's blacker than coal and as a rock
quiver or shake when they take a part
and break it apart who swim 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 into your
you's a vulture a wicked vulture!

You cut the off if theres a ring still on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you want 'em
You promised big is headed for next year
but then you disappear as as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to you more
Sell everything off for the church, on the floor
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
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,
killers with gats attack you bats
they scums, as anything comes and goes
they mix with of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose cause 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 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/

serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get what they
and they gonna hide, and they run
but they gonna suffer carnival fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they visit the carnival clowns
and they gonna parish We you now.

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