Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

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

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

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

I ain't tryin' to be and I ain't stressin' you gramps
But this right here, it be the breakfast of champs
I've been tokin' on since thirteen years old
And I look up at my wall, I see platinum 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 mouth shut and get me to the hotel
And turn the radio up while I finish L

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

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

tell me to freeze 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 Slick Rick said, I knew, I shouldn't of done it

'Cause now they over me, watchin' me bleed
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 some anesthetics
They my pain, they screamin' my name
Tryin' to me in the conscious world
I'm thinkin' about my mom, my sister and my

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

Mr. Ford, I'm afraid, I have some bad for you
What are you talkin'
It would appear 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, be jumpin' around anymore

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

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

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

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