Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out they checks
you 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is coming
you work the souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell what you reposes, you '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 around the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle bite
whatever it takes they get what like
always stay fake and go where they
money they make it and gone in the night
and no mistake, they do got a heart
blacker than coal 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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Pick at the eyes, at the brains
because wretchedly sick and deranged.
Cause you's a a wicked vulture!
Pick at the heart pick at the
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 they come in cursed, you want 'em
You promised big things is for next year
but you disappear as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to you more
Sell off for the church, sleep on the floor
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
but lurking in the you might 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
they mix tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way that chose.

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(Skit)
Go 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 doesn't care/

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

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