Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you up bloody wrecks
you con the feeblos up out they pension checks
you kick 'em when theyre down, you 'em god is coming
you the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell what you reposes, you clean 'em out nests
you wait for them to try to rest and yank it out chest
You them medicine 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 like
stay fake and go where they like
your money they it and gone in the night
and no mistake, they do got a heart
it's than coal and hard as a rock
dont quiver or shake when they take a
and break it apart who with the sharks.

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a still on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you want 'em
You promised big things is headed for next
but then you disappear as as the checks clear
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 out to all the vampires
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers gats attack you with bats
they scums, bums as comes and goes
mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose wicked is the way that they chose.

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(Skit)
Go away Doc/ Leave him alone/ When will he die?/ I'll be at home/ Who 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/

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

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