Luyện nghe bài hát Da Proffesional

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

** 4 of silence **

It was a on the outskirts of chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't me
Ms jones was around back I took the front
Two punks on guard uzis strapped to their waist
Strolled towards a door, but was like
"yo, who the fuck are " then I pulled out my knife
Slow, without a whipser or hint of
Made one slash and committed decapitation
Left the knife in the of the man on the left
And hoppedover the fence, took a short *whew*
It didn't but a second to wait
The rotwilders went psycho, I took one and grabbed my rifle
And popped every last one of 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 footsteps of at least three men running mack 10s
Backflip under the and
out my piano wire and wrapped it tight
'round my fists, made it quick with 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 monkey a cap
Sucking my barrel like a junkie
Got the door and it was straight war
Camo-flague gear torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, tripping dead thugs
Put they family to shame for with my nigga's drugs
Upon the floor was faced with three doors, chose the first
A ninja master showing his for my life
But little did he I be trained
Akido's my middle name, put his ass to
Open the next door and out kareem
Jabbar, a size seventeen
I "choose your style" and nigga said "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga look more he took one for hostage
Swinging his shits with no at all
One swing of my sword left him four feet
door opend slowly only to show
Cleopatra getting fuck by mikey
At gunpont the bitch turned straight to heather
On a steroid, banging this fool like she to
He didn't know I was there so I moved around the
Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome started
And pleading my ass as if it ain't my job
To eliminate the of punks who rob
Pull dick 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
Heading home to collect my dollar check
I'm out