Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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at the eyes, pick at the brains
because youre sick and deranged.
you's a vulture a wicked vulture!
Pick at the pick at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em into your hole
you's 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 headed for year
but then you disappear as soon as the clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to give you
Sell everything off for the church, on the floor
you point the juiciest out to all the vampires
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
with drugs and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats attack you bats
they scums, as anything comes and goes
mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose 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/ 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 get what they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but gonna suffer some carnival fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and as a rock
they gonna visit the carnival
and gonna parish We promise you now.

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