Luyện nghe bài hát Da Proffesional

I woke up at noon still 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 so he could get a
Little bit of sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they the earth
Just then I got a call from pete slash blinky
He said to meet him down a house of pork and bones
And bring the girl, who people knew as matilda
And often, who I say gestapo could have killed her
Picked up my grip, let it slide into the
Although most of, them fear me I'm supposed to
Protect my neck, if not mine then big
Dipped in the door so no one even see me
I matilda "wait outside for me boo"
'cause the professional's always confidential, true
Then pete said "yo, you know budafeuco? "
The mafucker cut my last shipment of
And laced it with soda, so much that you taste
That slimy ? ? ? ? , make him taste paste
I said "yo, hit me with the source"
And his family of course, you know what I mean
Just hit me with the green and I'll see I can do
To budafeu, he said "straight, arrange your crew"
But that's a no no, the pro murders solo
I almost lost my life working with out in soho
California beach, we was storming the
around and almost got buck by scarface
Tony montana, but that's another
A whole other chapter, check the
Went to my crib, kissed matilda goodbye
She started to cry, the sight tears to my eys
The day made my connection, check my directon
My to chicago, first class section
I didn't recognize no one on the plane, was strange
My inside man was no where that I could
The was over polite, I wondered why
But I didn't give a this trick was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the turned on the intercom
Talking some kind of something was wrong
Everyone got out of chairs calmly, and grabbed their stuff
I tried to raise up, but my belt was tcuk
Dig it, cool don't panic, I said "excuse me, my seat broken"
Then the door opened, shit
I it close and my belt unlock
Turn and there was four mafuckers with glocks
Pointed straight to my piece, grabbed my chrome piece
And licked two shots four men deceased
But how the did two bullets kill four niggas
Checked out the cock and found the pilot's cranium
The click, another to my head bone
around and greet ms cleopatra jones
"how ya doing baby? she said, "i'm chill how you? "
"petey sent me as your crew, so yo gonna do? "
I the plane, checked in the hotel
like a mafucker from the ho smell
Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, straight up shower
The walls shattering with echoes
But ain't a question killing mafuckers ain't my only 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 budafeuco didn't like me
Ms jones was around back I the front gates
Two punks on guard with strapped to their waist
Strolled a door, but pizano was like
"yo, who the fuck are you? " I pulled out my knife
Slow, a whipser or hint of hesitation
Made one quick slash and committed
Left the knife in the of the man on the left
And the fence, took a short breath *whew*
It didn't take but a second to
The went psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of
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 mack 10s
Backflip the porch and
Pulled out my piano wire and it tight
'round my fists, it quick with very little fight
Grabbed the fool on the right and his ass
on the left, a strangle was his death
Motherfucker in the middle, play the caught a cap
Sucking my barrel like a crack
Got through the door and it was war
Camo-flague gear getting by my ammo
Run up the stairs, tripping over thugs
Put they family to shame for fucking with my 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
the next door and out came kareem
Jabbar, a barefoot seventeen
I said "choose your style" and said "ostrich"
sure nigga look more like he took one for hostage
Swinging his with no style at all
One swing of my sword left him feet tall
Third opend slowly only to show
Cleopatra getting fuck by budafeuco
At gunpont the turned straight to heather hunter
On a steroid, banging this fool like she to
He know I was there so I moved around the front
Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome started
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 was straight sex in the private jet
Heading home to collect my fitty check
I'm out