Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

Like and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes get what they like
always stay fake and go where like
your they make it and gone in the night
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 break it who swim with the sharks.

(chorus)
Pick at the eyes, pick at the
youre wretchedly sick and deranged.
Cause you's a vulture a vulture!
at the heart pick at the soul
Pick 'em and 'em down into your hole
you's a vulture 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 is headed for next year
but then you disappear as soon as the clear
you lash out at the poor and 'em to give you more
everything off for the church, sleep on the floor
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers drugs and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers with attack you with bats
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of
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 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/ 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, they they bite
whatever it they get what they like
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but gonna suffer some carnival fun
and make no mistake they do got a
it's blacker coal and hard as a rock
they gonna visit the clowns
and they gonna parish We you now.

(chorus X2)