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 kick 'em when down, you tell 'em god is coming
you the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell what you reposes, you 'em out their nests
you wait for them to try to and yank it out they chest
You sell them you make them think they need
you come around the flowers but you's a weed.

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

(chorus)
Pick at the eyes, pick at the
because youre sick and deranged.
Cause you's a vulture a vulture!
Pick at the heart pick at the
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into your
Cause you's a vulture a vulture!

You cut the off if theres a ring still on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you still 'em
You promised big things is for next year
but then you disappear as as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and 'em to give you more
Sell off for the church, sleep on the floor
you point the necks out to all the vampires
but lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
with drugs and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats attack you bats
scums, bums as anything comes 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, that morphine's kickin' in/ What about his money?/ He wants the church to have it/ How 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, rattle they bite
whatever it takes get what they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer carnival fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and hard as a
they gonna the carnival clowns
and they parish We promise you now.

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