Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

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

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

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

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

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

Welcome back to the Five Mr. Ford
Your usual is ready and waiting
Let me your luggage
If you need anything while you're staying let me know
Good out

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

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

'Cause now they standin' over me, watchin' me
Damn, I got to smokin' 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, they screamin' my
Tryin' to keep me in the conscious
I'm thinkin' my mom, my sister and my girl

I'm prayin' to God let this go too far
As they rush me into the St. O.R.
They pull the out my chest and give 'em back in a jar
Now, I'm wearin' scar 'cause I tried to play hard

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

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

And people stare at me pity in their eyes
And every I rise to a life of despise
And every night I think, I might rock the mic again
'Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and

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

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