Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks
you con the feeblos up out they pension checks
you 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is coming
you work the lonely souls, 800 numbers
You what you reposes, you clean '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 around the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle bite
it takes they get what they like
always stay fake and go where like
your money make it and gone in the night
and make no mistake, do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and as a rock
dont or shake when they take a part
and break it apart who 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 pick at the
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into hole
Cause you's a 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 as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
Sell everything off for the church, sleep on the
you point the necks out to all the vampires
but lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
alley way cats, 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 cause wicked is the way that they chose.

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

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