Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you up bloody wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out 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 rest and yank it out chest
You sell them medicine you make think they need
you come the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

Like and snakes, they rattle they bite
it takes they get what they like
always stay fake and go where they
your money they make it and in the night
and no mistake, they do got a heart
it's blacker than 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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at the eyes, pick at the brains
because youre wretchedly and deranged.
Cause you's a a wicked vulture!
Pick at the pick at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into hole
Cause a vulture a wicked vulture!

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

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats you with bats
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with 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/ 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

Like serpents and snakes, they they bite
whatever it takes get what they like
and gonna hide, and they gonna 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 gonna visit the carnival
and they parish We promise you now.

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