Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up wrecks
you con the feeblos up out they pension checks
you 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is coming
you the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell what you reposes, you clean 'em out nests
you wait for them to try to rest and yank it out chest
You sell them medicine you make them think need
you around the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it they get what they like
stay fake and go where they like
your 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
dont quiver or shake when take a part
and break it apart who with the sharks.

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at the eyes, pick 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 into your hole
Cause you's a a wicked vulture!

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em
if they come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is headed for year
but then you disappear as as the checks clear
you out at the poor and tell 'em to give you more
Sell everything off for the church, sleep on the
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 drugs and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats attack you with
they scums, bums as anything comes and
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way that 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 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 they
it takes they get what they like
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer some fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
it's blacker than and hard as a rock
gonna visit the carnival clowns
and they gonna parish We you now.

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