Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up wrecks
you con the feeblos up out they pension checks
you kick 'em when down, you tell 'em god is coming
you work the lonely souls, 800 runnin'
You sell you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests
you for them to try to rest and yank 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, they rattle bite
whatever it takes they get what they
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 blacker than coal and as a rock
quiver or shake when they take a part
and break it apart who with the sharks.

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

You cut the off if theres a ring still on 'em
if they come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is for next year
but you disappear as soon as the checks clear
you out at the poor 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.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
they scums, bums as anything and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of
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 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 they
and they gonna hide, and gonna run
but gonna suffer some carnival fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
they visit the carnival clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

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