Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody
you con the feeblos up out they pension checks
you kick 'em when down, you tell 'em god is coming
you work the 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 medicine you make them think need
you around the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

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

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

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

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats you with bats
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of
I suppose cause wicked is the way 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 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 care/

Like serpents and snakes, they they bite
whatever it takes they get 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 than and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the clowns
and they parish We promise you now.

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