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 theyre down, you tell 'em god is
you work the souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests
you wait for them to try to rest and it out they chest
You sell them medicine you make them they need
you come around the but you's a dirty weed.

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

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Pick at the eyes, at the brains
because wretchedly sick and deranged.
you's a vulture a wicked vulture!
Pick at the heart pick at the
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into hole
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 big things is headed for next year
but then you as soon as the checks clear
you out at the poor and tell 'em to give you more
Sell everything off for the church, on the floor
you the juiciest necks out to all the vampires
but in the dark you might get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
with gats attack you with bats
they scums, bums as anything and goes
mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way that 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 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 rattle they
whatever it takes they get what like
and they gonna hide, and they run
but gonna suffer some carnival fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
it's than coal and hard as a rock
they visit the carnival clowns
and they gonna parish We you now.

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