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 kick 'em when theyre down, you '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 it out they chest
You sell them medicine you make them think need
you come around the but you's a dirty weed.

Like and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get what they
always stay fake and go they like
money they make it and gone in the night
and make no mistake, they do got a
it's blacker than coal and as a rock
quiver or shake when they take a part
and break it apart who with the sharks.

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

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

(chorus X2)