Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up wrecks
you con the elderly up out they pension checks
you kick 'em when theyre down, you 'em god is coming
you work the souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You what you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests
you wait for them to try to rest and yank it out they
You them medicine you make them think they need
you come around the but you's a dirty weed.

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

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em
even if they in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is for next year
but then you disappear as 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 lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
they scums, as anything comes and goes
mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose 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 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 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
it takes they get what they like
and they gonna hide, and they run
but they suffer some carnival fun
and make no they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and as a rock
they gonna the carnival clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

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