Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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

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

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats attack you bats
they scums, as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, like all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way 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 think he can hear?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He care/

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

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