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 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 medicine you them think they need
you come around the flowers but a dirty weed.

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

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at the eyes, pick at the brains
because youre wretchedly and deranged.
Cause you's a a wicked vulture!
Pick at the heart 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
even if they come in cursed, you want 'em
You promised big things is for next year
but then you disappear as soon as the clear
you lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
Sell everything off for the church, sleep on the
you point the necks out to all the vampires
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats you with bats
they scums, bums as anything and goes
they mix 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 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
it takes they get what they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer carnival fun
and make no mistake they do got a
it's blacker than and hard as a rock
gonna visit the carnival clowns
and they parish We promise you now.

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