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 thank you for Pan Am
The local time is 6:45 a.m. and the is 89 degrees

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

'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 tryin' to be rude and I ain't stressin' you gramps
But this right here, it be the breakfast of champs
I've been tokin' on this since years old
And when I up at my wall, I see platinum and gold

And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the I fold
And I here for your pleasin', so put that shit on hold
Just your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
And turn the up while I finish this L

Welcome back to the Seasons Mr. Ford
Your usual 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
Everybody's on the floor, it's a motherfuckin'
The shit's in progress, I can feel the
I silently to God how did I get in this mess?

tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Between my and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty five G's
They told me to run it, so I got and I fronted
And like Rick said, I knew, I shouldn't of done it

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

The paramedics, they greet me with some
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 let this go too far
As rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
They pull the bullets out my chest and 'em back in a jar
Now, I'm this scar 'cause I tried to play hard

Mr. Ford, I'm afraid, I some bad news 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, safe to say, I don't think, you'll be jumpin' around anymore

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

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

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