Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You for death to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out pension checks
you kick 'em when down, you tell 'em god is coming
you work the souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You what you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests
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 but you's a dirty weed.

serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get what like
always fake and go where 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 as a rock
dont quiver or shake when they take a
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 vulture a vulture!
Pick at the pick at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into your
you's a vulture a wicked vulture!

You cut the off if theres a ring still on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you still 'em
You promised big is headed for next year
but then you disappear as 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 point the necks 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
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, like all of those
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 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 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 and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get what like
and they gonna hide, and gonna run
but they gonna suffer carnival fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the carnival
and they parish We promise you now.

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