Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

Like serpents and snakes, they they bite
whatever it they get what they like
stay fake and go where they like
your money 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 break it who swim with the sharks.

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a still on 'em
if they come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is for next year
but then you disappear as as the checks clear
you lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
Sell everything off for the church, on the floor
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 drugs and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats you with bats
they scums, bums as anything comes and
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/ 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 they get what they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna some carnival fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the clowns
and gonna parish We promise you now.

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