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 nests
you wait for to try to rest and yank it out they chest
You sell them you make them think they need
you come around the flowers but a dirty weed.

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

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

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

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

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