Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

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

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

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

I ain't to be rude and I ain't stressin' you gramps
But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of
I've tokin' on this since 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 that shit on
Just keep your shut and get me to the hotel
And turn the radio up I finish this L

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

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

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 of done it

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

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

I'm prayin' to God don't let go too far
As rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
pull the bullets out my chest and give '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
are you talkin' about?
It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your
And damaged the
So what are you tryin' to me?
Well, safe to say, I don't think, you'll be jumpin' around anymore

Yo, this can't happen to me, I just can't it
in a wheelchair, a paraplegic
There ain't no rehab, there ain't no
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 every night I think, I might never the mic again
'Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and

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

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