Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

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

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

I'm tokin' 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 then mister don't get

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

back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford
Your usual room is 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 robbery
The in progress, I can feel the stress
I wanna to God how did I get in this mess?

They tell me to freeze and get on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash, I'm thirty five G's
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I
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 smokin' all this
a pain in my chest but yo, I must be blessed
Because before I out, I saw the EMS

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

I'm prayin' to God don't let go too far
As they me into the St. Luke's O.R.
They pull the bullets out my chest and give 'em 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
are you talkin' about?
It would that one of the bullets grazed your spine
And the cord
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 believe it
Trapped in a wheelchair, a
There ain't no rehab, there no therapy
For the rest of my life somebody's gotta take of me

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

as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins
Gotta kill these pains or blow out my
To me from these chains
I'm trapped in this hell

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