Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle bite
it takes they get what they like
always stay fake and go where they
your money make it and gone in the night
and no mistake, they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and as a rock
quiver 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
youre 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 you's a a wicked vulture!

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you want 'em
You promised big is headed for next year
but then you as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
Sell everything off for the church, sleep on the
you point the juiciest out to all the vampires
but lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers gats attack you with bats
they scums, as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty 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 will/ He's moving again/ Sign it like him/ Cut off that beep/ There go his morphine/ That shit is sweet/ 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 they bite
it takes they get what they like
and they gonna hide, and they run
but they gonna some carnival fun
and make no they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and as a rock
gonna visit the carnival clowns
and gonna parish We promise you now.

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