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

I've up all night on the redeye flight
The dawn's early light, got the skyline
I'm in the of a car service
My driver's 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 mister don't get flam

I ain't tryin' to be rude and I stressin' 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 nobody sneezin' at the money I fold
And I ain't here for pleasin', so put that shit on hold
keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
And turn the radio up while I finish L

back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford
Your usual room is ready and
Let me your luggage
If you need anything while you're staying 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 shit's in progress, I can the stress
I wanna 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
told 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 standin' over me, watchin' me
Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this
There's a pain in my but yo, I must be blessed
Because I faded out, I saw the EMS

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

I'm to God don't let this go too far
As they rush me into the St. 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 some bad news for you
What are you talkin'
It would appear that one of the bullets grazed spine
And the cord
So what are you tryin' to me?
Well, it's to say, I don't think, you'll be jumpin' around anymore

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

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

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

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