Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out they checks
you 'em when theyre 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 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 they
always stay fake and go they like
your they make it and gone in the night
and make no mistake, they do got a
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
dont or shake when they take a part
and break it apart who swim the sharks.

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em
if they come in cursed, you still want 'em
You big things is headed for next year
but then you disappear as as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to you more
Sell everything off for the church, on the floor
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 drugs and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
they scums, bums as anything and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty all of those
I suppose wicked 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 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, 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 takes they get what they
and they gonna hide, and they run
but they gonna some carnival fun
and make no mistake they do got a
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they visit the carnival clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

(chorus X2)