Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the
To welcome you to New York
We'd to thank you for flying Pan Am
The local time is a.m. and the temperature is 89 degrees

been up all night on the redeye flight
The dawn's early light, got the bright
I'm in the back of a car
My driver's kind of

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

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

And ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold
And I ain't here for your pleasin', so put shit on hold
keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
And turn the up while I finish this L

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

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

They tell me to and get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash, I'm holdin' five G's
They me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted
And like Rick said, I knew, I shouldn't of done it

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

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

I'm to God don't let this go too far
As rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
They pull the 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 talkin'
It would appear that one of the grazed your spine
And the cord
So are you tryin' to tell me?
Well, it's to say, I don't think, you'll be jumpin' around anymore

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

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

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

To again, I just might sell my soul
And I'm only twenty somethin' old