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 tell 'em god is
you work the souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell what you reposes, you clean 'em out their
you for them to try to rest and yank it out they chest
You sell them medicine you make think they need
you come the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

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

(chorus)
Pick at the eyes, pick at the
youre wretchedly sick and deranged.
Cause a vulture a wicked vulture!
at the heart pick at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into your
Cause a vulture a wicked vulture!

You cut the fingers off if a ring still on 'em
even if come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is headed for next
but then you disappear as as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to give you
Sell everything off for the church, on the floor
you point the juiciest out to all the vampires
but lurking in the dark you 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
they scums, bums as anything and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, like all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way they chose.

(chorus)

(Skit)
Go away Doc/ Leave him alone/ When will he die?/ I'll be at home/ Who 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 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 and snakes, they rattle they bite
it takes they get what they like
and they gonna hide, and they run
but they gonna suffer carnival fun
and make no mistake they do got a
it's than coal and hard as a rock
they gonna the carnival clowns
and they gonna parish We you now.

(chorus X2)