Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks
you con the elderly up out they pension checks
you kick 'em when theyre down, you 'em god is coming
you work the lonely souls, 800 runnin'
You sell what you reposes, you 'em out their nests
you wait for them to try to rest and yank it out they
You sell them medicine you make them they need
you come around the but you's a dirty weed.

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

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em
even if come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is headed for next
but then you disappear as soon as the clear
you lash out at the and tell '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 dark you get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats you with bats
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with of hoes, dirty like all of those
I cause 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 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 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 they bite
whatever it takes they get they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer carnival fun
and make no mistake they do got a
it's blacker than and hard as a rock
they visit the carnival clowns
and they parish We promise you now.

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