Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

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

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 of nervous

'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 mister don't get flam

I ain't tryin' to be rude and I ain't you gramps
But this shit 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 nobody sneezin' at the I fold
And I ain't here for your pleasin', so put that on hold
Just keep mouth 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 is ready and waiting
Let me your luggage
If you need anything while staying just let me know
Good out

That's for you, I hop out my car, step into the
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 me to freeze and get down on my knees
my jewels and my cash, I'm holdin' 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 over me, watchin' me bleed
Damn, I got to quit all this weed
There's a in my chest but yo, I must be blessed
before I faded out, I saw the EMS

The paramedics, greet me with some anesthetics
They killin' my pain, 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 into the St. O.R.
They pull the bullets out my and give 'em back in a jar
Now, I'm this 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 bullets grazed spine
And damaged the
So what are you tryin' to 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 no rehab, there ain't no therapy
For the rest of my life somebody's gotta care of me

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

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

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