Luyện nghe bài hát Da Proffesional

I woke up at still aching from the previous
Job I had to do last night, shit was
Got up out my bed, and up my pointsetta
And put him on the balcony so he get a
Little bit of city sun just to his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the
Just then I got a from pete slash blinky jones
He said to meet him down a donny's of pork and bones
And the little girl, who people knew as matilda
And often, who I say before gestapo could have her
Picked up my grip, let it into the holster
Although of, them niggas fear me I'm supposed to
Protect my neck, if not mine big petey's
Dipped in the so no one could even see me
I told matilda "wait for me boo"
'cause the always confidential, it's true
Then pete "yo, you know mikey budafeuco? "
The mafucker cut my last shipment of
And laced it with soda, so much that you could
That slimy ? ? ? ? , make him taste paste
I said "yo, boss hit me the source"
And his whole family of course, you know what I
Just hit me with the and I'll see what I can do
To budafeu, he said "straight, arrange your crew"
But that's a no no, the pro only solo
I almost my life working with teams out in soho
California beach, we was the place
around and almost got buck by scarface
Tony montana, but that's story
A whole other chapter, check the
Went back to my crib, kissed goodbye
She started to cry, the brought tears to my eys
The next day made my connection, check my
My flight to chicago, first class
I didn't no one on the plane, this was strange
My inside man was no that I could claim
The was over polite, I wondered why
But I didn't give a this trick was mad fly
of fly, the pilot turned on the intercom
Talking some kind of something was wrong
Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed stuff
I tried to up, but my seat belt was tcuk
Dig it, cool don't panic, I said "excuse me, my belt's broken"
Then the door opened, shit
I hear it close and my belt
Turn around and there was mafuckers with glocks
straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome piece
And licked two shots leaving men deceased
But how the fuck did two bullets kill four
Checked out the and found the pilot's cranium disfigured
The click, another piece to my bone
Turn around and ms cleopatra jones
"how ya doing baby? she said, "i'm how 'bout you? "
"petey sent me as crew, so what yo gonna do? "
I landed the plane, checked in the
like a mafucker from the ho smell
Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, then she in
Naked to the pussy, straight up shower
The walls were with echoes
But a question that killing mafuckers ain't my only profession
Not two hours of killing crotch
Hit the sack, woke up early to plan my plot

** 4 seconds of **

It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I
Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't me
Ms jones was around I took the front gates
Two punks on guard with uzis strapped to waist
Strolled towards a door, but was like
"yo, who the fuck are you? " I pulled out my knife
Slow, without a or hint of hesitation
Made one slash and committed decapitation
Left the knife in the of the man on the left
And hoppedover the fence, a short breath *whew*
It didn't take but a to wait
The rotwilders went psycho, I took one knee and my rifle
And popped every last one of them of bitches
Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no
Got to the door, is the right button
Red, yellow, or blue, pushed the blue all of a sudden
I heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting 10s
Backflip the porch and
Pulled out my piano and wrapped it tight
my fists, made it quick with very little fight
Grabbed the fool on the and silenced his ass
Nigga on the left, a strangle was his
Motherfucker in the middle, play the monkey a cap
Sucking my barrel like a crack
Got the door and it was straight war
Camo-flague gear torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, over dead thugs
Put they family to shame for with my nigga's drugs
the second floor was faced with three doors, chose the first
A master showing his thirst for my life
But little did he know I be
Akido's my middle name, put his ass to
Open the next door and out kareem
Jabbar, a barefoot seventeen
I said "choose style" and nigga said "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga look more like he took one for
Swinging his shits no style at all
One of my sword left him four feet tall
door opend slowly only to show
Cleopatra getting by mikey budafeuco
At the bitch turned straight to heather hunter
On a steroid, banging this fool she wants to
He didn't know I was there so I moved around the
Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome tripping
And pleading my ass as if it ain't my job
To eliminate the of punks who rob
Pull your dick out nigga this no freak show
Let 'em go 'cause he got by the professional
My flight was sex in the private jet
Heading home to collect my dollar check
I'm out