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

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

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

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

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats you with bats
they scums, bums as anything and goes
mix with tons of hoes, dirty 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 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 they like
and they gonna hide, and they run
but they gonna some carnival fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
they gonna the carnival clowns
and they gonna parish We you now.

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