Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out they pension
you kick 'em theyre 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 them to try to rest and yank it out chest
You sell medicine you make them think they need
you come the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

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

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

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

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

(chorus)

(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 he can hear?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/

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

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