Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em
even if they in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is headed for next
but then you disappear as soon as the checks
you lash out at the poor and 'em to give you more
everything off for the church, sleep on the floor
you the juiciest necks out to all the vampires
but in the dark you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with gats attack you with
they scums, as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of
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 lid/ I give him a week/ What do I get?/ Put me in his 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/

serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get what they
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but gonna suffer some carnival fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

(chorus X2)