Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out they pension
you 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is coming
you the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell 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 them think they
you come the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

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

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

You cut the fingers off if a ring still on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you still 'em
You promised big is headed for next year
but then you disappear as soon as the checks
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to give you
Sell off for the church, sleep on the floor
you point the necks out to all the vampires
but in the dark you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers gats attack you with bats
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty all of those
I suppose cause is the way that they chose.

(chorus)

(Skit)
Go away Doc/ Leave him alone/ When will he die?/ 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 doesn't care/

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle 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 the carnival clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

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