Luyện nghe bài hát Da Proffesional

I woke up at noon still aching from the
Job I had to do last night, was serious
Got up out my bed, and up my pointsetta
And put him on the balcony so he get a
bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the
Just then I got a call from pete blinky jones
He said to meet him down a house of pork and bones
And the little girl, who people knew as matilda
And often, who I say before gestapo have killed her
Picked up my grip, let it slide into the
Although of, them niggas fear me I'm supposed to
Protect my neck, if not mine big petey's
in the door so no one could even see me
I matilda "wait outside for me boo"
'cause the professional's confidential, it's true
pete said "yo, you know mikey budafeuco? "
The cut my last shipment of bazooko
And it with soda, so much that you could taste
That slimy ? ? ? ? , I'll make him paste
I "yo, boss hit me with the source"
And his whole family of course, you know I mean
Just hit me with the and I'll see what I can do
To mikey budafeu, he said "straight, your crew"
But that's a no no, the pro murders solo
I almost my life working with teams out in soho
California beach, we was the place
Fucked around and almost got buck by
montana, but that's another story
A whole other chapter, check the
back to my crib, kissed matilda goodbye
She started to cry, the sight tears to my eys
The next day made my connection, my directon
My flight to chicago, first class
I recognize 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 a fuck this trick was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the pilot turned on the
Talking some kind of code something was
Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed their
I tried to raise up, but my seat belt was
Dig it, cool don't panic, I said "excuse me, my seat broken"
the back door opened, shit
I hear it and my belt unlock
Turn around and was four mafuckers with glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, my chrome piece
And licked two shots leaving four men
But how the fuck did two bullets kill four
out the cock and found the pilot's cranium disfigured
The click, another piece to my head
Turn around and greet ms 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
Horny like a mafucker the ho smell
Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, straight up fuckin'
The walls were shattering with
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 *echoed*

** 4 of silence **

It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I
Hood by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't like me
Ms jones was back I took the front gates
Two punks on guard with uzis to their waist
Strolled a door, but pizano was like
"yo, who the fuck are " then I pulled out my knife
Slow, a whipser or hint of hesitation
Made one quick slash and committed
Left the knife in the neck of the man on the
And hoppedover the fence, a short breath *whew*
It didn't take but a second to
The rotwilders went psycho, I took one knee and my rifle
And popped every last one of sons of bitches
like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, is the right button
Red, yellow, or blue, pushed the blue then all of a
I footsteps of at least three men running sporting mack 10s
Backflip the porch and
Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it
'round my fists, made it quick with little fight
Grabbed the fool on the and silenced his ass
on the left, a strangle was his death
Motherfucker in the middle, play the caught a cap
Sucking my like a crack junkie
Got through the door and it was war
Camo-flague gear getting torn by my
Run up the stairs, over dead thugs
Put they family to shame for fucking my nigga's drugs
Upon the second floor was faced with three doors, the first
A ninja master showing his for my life
But did he know I be trained
Akido's my middle name, put his ass to
Open the next door and out kareem
Jabbar, a size seventeen
I said "choose style" and nigga said "ostrich"
Yeah nigga look more like he took one for hostage
Swinging his shits with no at all
One swing of my sword left him four feet
Third door slowly only to show
Cleopatra getting fuck by mikey
At gunpont the bitch turned straight to heather
On a steroid, banging this fool she wants to
He know I was there so I moved around the front
Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome tripping
And pleading with my ass as if it my job
To eliminate the of punks who rob
your dick out nigga this ain't no freak show
Let 'em go he got touched by the professional
My was straight sex in the private jet
Heading home to my fitty dollar check
I'm out