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 picked up my
And put him on the balcony so he get a
Little bit of city sun to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they the earth
then I got a call from pete slash blinky jones
He said to meet him down a donny's house of 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 slide the holster
Although most of, them niggas fear me I'm to
my neck, if not mine then big petey's
Dipped in the so no one could even see me
I told matilda "wait for me boo"
'cause the professional's always confidential, true
Then pete said "yo, you mikey budafeuco? "
The mafucker cut my shipment of bazooko
And laced it with soda, so much you could taste
That ? ? ? ? , I'll make him taste paste
I "yo, boss hit me with the source"
And his whole family of course, you know what I
Just hit me the green 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 lost my life working with teams out in soho
California beach, we was storming the
Fucked and almost got buck by scarface
Tony montana, but that's another
A other chapter, check the library
Went back to my crib, matilda goodbye
She started to cry, the sight brought to my eys
The next day made my connection, check my
My flight to chicago, first section
I didn't recognize no one on the plane, was strange
My inside man was no where that I could
The stewardess was polite, I wondered why
But I didn't give a fuck this was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the pilot on the intercom
some kind of code something was wrong
Everyone got out of chairs calmly, and grabbed their stuff
I tried to raise up, but my seat was tcuk
Dig it, cool don't panic, I said "excuse me, my seat broken"
Then the back opened, shit
I hear it close and my unlock
Turn around and there was four mafuckers glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome
And licked two shots leaving men deceased
But how the did two bullets kill four niggas
Checked out the and found the pilot's cranium disfigured
The click, piece to my head bone
around and greet ms cleopatra jones
"how ya doing she said, "i'm chill how 'bout you? "
"petey sent me as your crew, so what yo do? "
I landed the plane, checked in the
Horny a mafucker from the ho smell
Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, then she in
Naked to the pussy, straight up fuckin'
The walls shattering with echoes
But ain't a question that killing mafuckers ain't my profession
Not after two of killing crotch
Hit the sack, up early to plan my plot *echoed*

** 4 of silence **

It was a mansion on the of chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't me
Ms jones was around back I the front gates
Two punks on guard with uzis strapped to waist
Strolled towards a door, but was like
"yo, who the are you? " then I pulled out my knife
Slow, without a whipser or of hesitation
Made one quick and committed decapitation
Left the knife in the neck of the man on the
And hoppedover the fence, took a short breath
It didn't take but a second to
The rotwilders went psycho, I one knee and grabbed my rifle
And every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the button
Red, yellow, or blue, the blue then all of a sudden
I heard of at least three men running sporting mack 10s
Backflip under the and
Pulled out my piano wire and it tight
'round my fists, it quick with very little fight
the fool on the right and silenced his ass
Nigga on the left, a was his death
Motherfucker in the middle, play the caught a cap
Sucking my barrel a crack junkie
Got through the door and it was war
Camo-flague gear torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, tripping over dead
Put they family to for fucking with my nigga's drugs
Upon the second floor was with three doors, chose the first
A ninja master showing his thirst for my
But little did he I be trained
my middle name, put his ass to shame
Open the next and out came kareem
Jabbar, a size seventeen
I said "choose your style" and said "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga look more like he took one for
Swinging his shits no style at all
One swing of my sword him four feet tall
door opend slowly only to show
Cleopatra fuck by mikey budafeuco
At gunpont the bitch turned to heather hunter
On a steroid, banging fool like she wants to
He didn't know I was there so I around the front
gripping, pointed at his dome started tripping
And pleading my ass as if it ain't my job
To the families of punks who rob
Pull your out nigga this ain't no freak show
Let 'em go 'cause he got touched by the
My flight was straight sex in the jet
home to collect my fitty dollar check
I'm out