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 is 6:45 a.m. and the temperature is 89 degrees

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

'Cause I'm on a blunt that's fat
You say, you know you at
I say, I where I am
And if you really want a tip then mister get flam

I ain't tryin' to be rude and I ain't stressin' you
But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of
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 sneezin' at the money I fold
And I ain't here for your pleasin', so put that on hold
keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
And turn the radio up I finish this L

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

That's for you, I hop out my car, step into the
Everybody's on the floor, it's a motherfuckin'
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
my jewels and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty five G's
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I
And like Slick Rick said, I knew, I of done it

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

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

I'm to God don't let this go too far
As they rush me the St. Luke's O.R.
pull the bullets 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 have some bad for you
What are you about?
It would appear that one of the 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 around anymore

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

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

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

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