Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out they checks
you kick 'em when down, you tell 'em god is coming
you work the souls, 800 numbers 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 medicine you make them they need
you come around the flowers but you's a weed.

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle bite
whatever it they get what they like
always stay fake and go they like
your money they make it and in the night
and no mistake, they do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
dont or shake when they take a part
and it apart who swim with the sharks.

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Pick at the eyes, at the brains
because wretchedly 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 vulture a vulture!

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em
even if come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is headed for year
but then you disappear as soon as the clear
you out at the poor and tell 'em to give you more
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.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats attack you bats
they scums, bums as comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of
I cause 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 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?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/

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

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