Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

Like serpents and snakes, rattle they bite
whatever it they get what they like
always stay fake and go they like
your money they make it and gone in the
and make no mistake, they do got a
it's blacker than coal and as a rock
dont quiver or shake when they a part
and it apart who swim with the sharks.

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

You cut the off if theres 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 poor and tell 'em to give you
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.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats attack you with
they scums, bums as anything and goes
they mix tons 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/ 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 serpents and snakes, rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get they like
and they gonna hide, and they run
but they gonna suffer 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 parish We promise you now.

(chorus X2)