Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

Like serpents and snakes, rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get they like
stay fake and go where they like
your money they make it and in the night
and make no mistake, do got a heart
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
dont quiver or when they take a part
and break it apart who swim the sharks.

(chorus)
Pick at the eyes, pick at the
because wretchedly sick and deranged.
Cause you's a 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 off if theres a ring still on 'em
even if they in cursed, you still want 'em
You big things is headed for next year
but then you disappear as soon as the clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to give you
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 with drugs and ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
they scums, bums as anything and goes
mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way that 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 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, rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get they like
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna some carnival fun
and make no mistake they do got a
it's blacker than coal and as a rock
they gonna visit the clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

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