Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody
you con the feeblos up out they pension checks
you 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is coming
you work the lonely souls, 800 runnin'
You sell 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 them think they 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
always stay fake and go where they
your they make it and gone in the night
and make no mistake, they do got a
it's than coal and hard as a rock
dont or shake when they take a part
and break it apart who swim the sharks.

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a 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 clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to you more
Sell 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.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats attack you with
they scums, bums as comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty all of those
I cause 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 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 care/

Like serpents and snakes, they they bite
whatever it takes they get they like
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but they suffer some carnival fun
and make no mistake they do got a
it's blacker than coal and hard as a
they gonna visit the carnival
and gonna parish We promise you now.

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