Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, like to be the first
To you to New York City
We'd to thank you for flying Pan Am
The time is 6:45 a.m. and the temperature is 89 degrees

I've been up all on the redeye flight
The dawn's early light, got the skyline
I'm in the of a car service
My kind of nervous

'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt fat
You say, you know you at
I say, I where I am
And if you really a tip then mister don't get flam

I ain't tryin' to be rude and I stressin' you gramps
But this right here, it be the breakfast of champs
I've been tokin' on this since thirteen old
And I look up at my wall, I see platinum and gold

And there ain't sneezin' at the money I fold
And I ain't here for your pleasin', so put that on hold
Just keep your mouth and get me to the hotel
And turn the radio up while I finish L

Welcome to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford
Your usual room is ready and
Let me your luggage
If you need anything while you're just let me know
lookin' out

That's for you, I hop out my car, into the lobby
Everybody's on the floor, it's a robbery
The shit's in progress, I can feel the
I wanna to God how did I get in this mess?

They tell me to freeze and get on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty G's
told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted
And like Slick Rick said, I knew, I of done it

'Cause now they standin' over me, watchin' me
Damn, I got to quit all this weed
There's a in my chest but yo, I must be blessed
Because I faded out, I saw the EMS

The paramedics, they me with some anesthetics
They killin' my pain, screamin' my name
Tryin' to me in the conscious world
I'm thinkin' about my mom, my sister and my

I'm prayin' to God don't let go too far
As rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
They the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar
Now, I'm wearin' this scar 'cause I tried to play

Mr. Ford, I'm afraid, I some bad news for you
What are you about?
It would appear that one of the grazed your spine
And damaged the
So are you tryin' to tell me?
Well, it's safe to say, I don't think, you'll be around anymore

Yo, this happen to me, I just can't believe it
in a wheelchair, a paraplegic
There ain't no rehab, there ain't no
For the rest of my life somebody's gotta take of me

And people at me with pity in their eyes
And mornin' I rise to a life of despise
And every night I think, I might never rock the mic
'Cause my brain's fucked up on and vicadin

Might as well be pulsin' through my veins
kill these pains or blow out my brains
To free me from chains
I'm trapped in this hell

To walk again, I just sell my soul
And I'm only twenty years old