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 what you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests
you for them to try to rest and yank it out they chest
You sell them you make them think they need
you around the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get they like
always stay fake and go they like
your they make it and gone in the night
and make no mistake, do got a heart
it's than coal and hard as a rock
dont quiver or 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.
Cause 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 they 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, sleep on the
you point the juiciest out to all the vampires
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
they scums, as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of
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/ What do I get?/ Put me in his will/ He's moving again/ Sign it like him/ Cut off that beep/ 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/

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

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