Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out they checks
you 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is coming
you the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests
you wait for them to try to rest and yank it out chest
You sell them medicine you them think they need
you come the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

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

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at the eyes, pick at the brains
because youre sick and deranged.
Cause you's a a wicked vulture!
Pick at the pick at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into hole
Cause you's a vulture a 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 year
but you disappear 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 you might get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats attack you with
they scums, bums as anything 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?/ I'll be at home/ Who gets his car?/ Who gets the crib?/ 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 bite
whatever it takes get what they like
and they gonna hide, and they run
but gonna suffer some carnival fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and hard as a
they gonna visit the carnival
and gonna parish We promise you now.

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