Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody
you con the elderly feeblos up out they checks
you kick 'em 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 it out they chest
You sell them medicine you make them think they
you come around the flowers but you's a weed.

serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get what 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 and hard 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 you's a vulture a vulture!
Pick at the heart at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em down your hole
you's a vulture a wicked vulture!

You cut the fingers off if theres a still on 'em
even if they in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is headed for year
but then you as soon as the checks clear
you out at the poor and tell 'em to give you more
everything off for the church, sleep on the floor
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
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,
with gats attack you with bats
they scums, bums as anything and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, like all of those
I suppose wicked is the way that 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 morphine's kickin' in/ What about his money?/ He wants the church to have it/ How long til he dies?/ Let's check his 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 get what they like
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna some carnival fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
they gonna the carnival clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

(chorus X2)