Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a still on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you want 'em
You promised big things is headed for year
but then you disappear as soon as the clear
you lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
Sell everything off for the church, on the floor
you point the necks out to all the vampires
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
they scums, bums as anything 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 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 they bite
whatever it they get what they like
and they gonna hide, and they run
but they gonna some carnival fun
and make no they do got a heart
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
they gonna the carnival clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

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