Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em
if they come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is headed for next
but then you disappear as soon as the clear
you out at the poor 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 in the dark you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats attack you with
they scums, as anything comes and goes
they mix tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose cause 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 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

Like and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna some carnival fun
and make no mistake they do got a
it's blacker than coal and hard as a
they visit the carnival clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

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