Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up wrecks
you con the elderly up out they pension checks
you kick 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is
you work the lonely souls, 800 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 them medicine you make them think they need
you come around the but you's a dirty weed.

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle bite
whatever it takes they get they like
always stay fake and go where they
your money they make it and gone in the
and no mistake, they do got a heart
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
dont quiver or shake 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.
you's a vulture a wicked vulture!
Pick at the heart pick at the
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 things is for next year
but you disappear as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to you more
Sell everything off for the church, sleep on the
you point the 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,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats attack you with
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix 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 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/ 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 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 they get what they like
and they gonna hide, and gonna run
but they suffer some carnival fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
blacker than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the carnival
and they gonna parish We you now.

(chorus X2)