Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

(chorus)
Pick at the eyes, pick at the
because youre wretchedly and deranged.
Cause you's a vulture a vulture!
Pick at the pick at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into hole
Cause you's a 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 as the checks clear
you lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
Sell off for the church, sleep on the floor
you the juiciest necks out to all the vampires
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
with gats attack you with bats
they scums, bums as anything and goes
mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose cause 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 sweet/ Give me a hit!/ The preacher called/ 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 they
whatever it takes get what they like
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer carnival fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they visit the carnival clowns
and they parish We promise you now.

(chorus X2)