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

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

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

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

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats attack you bats
they scums, bums as anything comes and
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of
I suppose cause wicked is the way that 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 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
it takes they get what they like
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer some fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
it's than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the carnival
and they gonna parish We you now.

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