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 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is coming
you work the lonely souls, 800 numbers
You what you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests
you wait for them to try to and yank it out they chest
You them medicine you make them think they need
you come around the flowers but a dirty weed.

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

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Pick at the eyes, pick at the
because youre wretchedly and deranged.
you's a vulture a wicked vulture!
Pick at the pick at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into hole
you's a vulture a wicked vulture!

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

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
with drugs and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of
I suppose cause wicked is the way that 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 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 and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get what like
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but they suffer some carnival fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the clowns
and they gonna parish We you now.

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