Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up wrecks
you con the elderly up out they pension checks
you kick 'em 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 for them to try to rest and yank it out they chest
You sell medicine you make them think they need
you come around the but you's a dirty weed.

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

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Pick at the eyes, pick at the
because youre sick and deranged.
Cause you's a vulture a vulture!
Pick at the pick at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em down your hole
Cause you's a vulture a vulture!

You cut the fingers off if a ring still on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you 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 'em to give you more
everything off for the church, sleep on the floor
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
but in the dark you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats you with bats
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way 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/ 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?/ Let's check his wallet/ Lets pull the plug/ Do you think he can hear?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/

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

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