Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You for death to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out they checks
you kick 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is
you the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell 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 they need
you come around the flowers but you's a weed.

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

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you want 'em
You big things is headed for next year
but then you disappear as soon as the 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 out to all the vampires
but in the dark you might get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers gats attack you with bats
they scums, bums as comes and goes
mix with tons of hoes, dirty 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 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
it takes they get what they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer some fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna the carnival clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

(chorus X2)