Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle they
whatever it takes get what they like
stay fake and go where they like
your money they it and gone in the night
and make no mistake, do got a heart
it's than 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, at the brains
youre wretchedly sick and deranged.
Cause you's a vulture a vulture!
at the heart pick at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em into your hole
Cause you's a vulture a vulture!

You cut the fingers off if a ring still on 'em
if they come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big is headed for next year
but then you disappear as soon as the checks
you lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
Sell off for the church, sleep on the floor
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats attack you with
they scums, bums as comes and goes
they mix with 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 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 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 rattle bite
whatever it takes they get what they
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer carnival fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and hard as a
they gonna visit the clowns
and they gonna parish We you now.

(chorus X2)