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 lonely souls, 800 numbers
You sell what you reposes, you '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.

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

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you still '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 you more
Sell everything off for the church, on the floor
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
but lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats you with bats
they scums, bums as 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 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
it takes they get what they like
and they gonna hide, and gonna run
but they gonna suffer carnival fun
and no mistake 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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