Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

Like serpents and snakes, they they bite
whatever it they get what they like
always stay fake and go they like
money they 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 or shake when they take a part
and it apart who swim with 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!
at the heart pick at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into your
Cause you's a vulture a vulture!

You cut the fingers off if theres a still on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you still 'em
You promised big is headed for next year
but then you as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to give you
everything off for the church, sleep on the floor
you the juiciest necks 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 with gats you with bats
they scums, as anything comes and goes
they mix tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way they chose.

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(Skit)
Go away Doc/ Leave him alone/ When will he 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?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/

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

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