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 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 feed the
Just then I got a call from pete slash blinky
He to meet him down a donny's house of pork and bones
And bring the little girl, who knew as matilda
And often, who I say before gestapo have killed her
Picked up my grip, let it into the holster
Although most of, them fear me I'm supposed to
Protect my neck, if not then big petey's
in the door so no one could even see me
I told matilda "wait for me boo"
'cause the always confidential, it's true
Then pete said "yo, you know budafeuco? "
The cut my last shipment of bazooko
And laced it with soda, so much that you could
That slimy ? ? ? ? , make him taste paste
I "yo, boss hit me with the source"
And his whole of course, you know what I mean
hit me with 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 murders solo
I almost lost my life working with out in soho
California beach, we was the place
Fucked around and almost got buck by
Tony montana, but another story
A whole chapter, check the library
back to my crib, kissed matilda goodbye
She started to cry, the brought tears to my eys
The next day made my connection, my directon
My flight to chicago, class section
I didn't recognize no one on the plane, was strange
My inside man was no where that I claim
The was over polite, I wondered why
But I didn't give a fuck this was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the pilot on the intercom
Talking kind of code something was wrong
got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed their stuff
I to raise up, but my seat belt was tcuk
Dig it, don't panic, I said "excuse me, my seat belt's broken"
Then the back door opened,
I hear it and my belt unlock
around and there was four mafuckers with glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my piece
And licked two shots four men deceased
But how the fuck did two bullets kill four
out the cock and found the pilot's cranium disfigured
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 what yo do? "
I landed the plane, in the hotel
Horny like a mafucker the ho smell
Broke to the bathroom to myself, then she snuck in
to the pussy, straight up shower fuckin'
The walls were with echoes
But ain't a question killing mafuckers ain't my only profession
Not after two hours of crotch
Hit the sack, woke up to plan my plot *echoed*

** 4 of silence **

It was a on the outskirts of chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of mikey didn't like me
Ms jones was around back I took the gates
Two punks on guard with uzis strapped to their
Strolled towards a door, but pizano was
"yo, who the fuck are you? " then I pulled out my
Slow, without a whipser or hint of
Made one quick slash and committed
Left the knife in the of the man on the left
And hoppedover the fence, took a short *whew*
It didn't take but a to wait
The rotwilders psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my rifle
And every last one of them sons of bitches
like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right
Red, yellow, or blue, pushed the blue all of a sudden
I heard of at least three men running sporting mack 10s
Backflip the porch and
Pulled out my wire and wrapped it tight
'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, the monkey caught a cap
Sucking my like a crack junkie
Got through the and it was straight war
gear getting torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, tripping dead thugs
Put they to shame for fucking with my nigga's drugs
Upon the second floor was faced with three doors, the first
A ninja master his thirst for my life
But little did he know I be
my middle name, put his ass to shame
Open the next door and out came
Jabbar, a barefoot seventeen
I "choose your style" and nigga said "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga look more like he one for hostage
Swinging his with no style at all
One swing of my sword him four feet tall
Third door opend slowly to show
getting fuck by mikey budafeuco
At gunpont the bitch turned straight to hunter
On a steroid, this fool like she wants to
He didn't know I was there so I around the front
Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome tripping
And with 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 by the professional
My was straight sex in the private jet
home to collect my fitty dollar check
I'm out