Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle bite
whatever it takes they get they like
always fake and go where they like
your money they make it and 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 take a part
and break it who swim with the sharks.

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Pick at the eyes, pick at the
because youre sick and deranged.
Cause you's a a wicked vulture!
Pick at the heart pick at the
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into your
Cause a vulture a wicked vulture!

You cut the fingers off if theres a still on 'em
even if come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is for next year
but you disappear as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
Sell off for the church, sleep on the floor
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers gats attack you with bats
they scums, as anything 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 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 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 rattle they
whatever it takes they get what they
and they gonna hide, and they run
but they suffer some carnival fun
and make no they do got a heart
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
they gonna the carnival clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

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