Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

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

I've been up all night on the flight
The early light, got the skyline bright
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 know I am
And if you want a tip then mister don't get flam

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

And there ain't sneezin' 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 I finish this L

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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