Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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Pick at the eyes, at the brains
because wretchedly sick and deranged.
Cause you's a vulture a vulture!
Pick at the heart at the soul
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 come in cursed, you still want 'em
You big things is headed for next year
but then you disappear as soon as the 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 out to all the vampires
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
they scums, as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, 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 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 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/

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

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