Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You for death to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks
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 you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests
you wait for them to try to rest and yank it out chest
You sell them medicine you make them think need
you come around the flowers but a dirty weed.

Like serpents and snakes, they they bite
whatever it takes they get what like
always fake 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 and hard as a rock
dont quiver or shake they take a part
and break it apart who with the sharks.

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

You cut the off if theres a ring still on 'em
even if they in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is for next year
but then you disappear as soon as the checks
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to give you
Sell everything off for the church, sleep on the
you point the juiciest out to all the vampires
but lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
with drugs and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers gats attack you with bats
they scums, bums as comes and goes
mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
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 money?/ He wants the church to have it/ How long til he dies?/ Let's check his wallet/ Lets the plug/ Do you think he can hear?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/

serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get what like
and they gonna hide, and gonna run
but gonna suffer some carnival fun
and make no they do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the clowns
and gonna parish We promise you now.

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