Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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

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

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats attack you with
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty all of those
I suppose cause is the way that they chose.

(chorus)

(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 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 care/

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

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