Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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

You cut the fingers off if a ring still on 'em
even if they in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is headed for year
but then you as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
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.

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
mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way 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?/ 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, they rattle bite
whatever it takes they get what they
and they gonna hide, and gonna run
but gonna suffer some carnival fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
it's blacker than and hard as a rock
gonna visit the carnival clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

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