Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you up bloody wrecks
you con the feeblos up out they pension checks
you kick 'em when down, you tell 'em god is coming
you work the 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 but you's a dirty weed.

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

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

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

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and 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, 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/ He's tryin' to get paid/ Who's feeding his dog?/ Fuck 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
whatever it takes they get what like
and they gonna hide, and gonna run
but they gonna some carnival fun
and make no they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and as a rock
they gonna visit the carnival
and they gonna We promise you now.

(chorus X2)