Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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at the eyes, pick at the brains
because wretchedly sick and deranged.
Cause you's a vulture a 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 they come in cursed, you want 'em
You promised big 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
Sell everything off for the church, on the floor
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
but lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats you with bats
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with of hoes, dirty 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 long til he dies?/ Let's check his wallet/ Lets pull the plug/ Do you think he can hear?/ 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 gonna suffer carnival fun
and make no they do got a heart
it's blacker than and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the clowns
and gonna parish We promise you now.

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