Luyện nghe bài hát Da Proffesional

I woke up at noon aching from the previous
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
Little bit of city sun just to quench his
Plants live too, 'cause they feed the earth
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 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
most of, them niggas fear me I'm supposed to
Protect my neck, if not then big petey's
Dipped in the door so no one could see me
I matilda "wait outside for me boo"
'cause the always confidential, it's true
pete said "yo, you know mikey budafeuco? "
The cut my last shipment of bazooko
And laced it soda, so much that you could taste
slimy ? ? ? ? , I'll make him taste paste
I "yo, boss hit me with the source"
And his whole family of course, you what I mean
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 murders
I almost lost my working with teams out in soho
California beach, we was storming the
Fucked around and almost got buck by
Tony montana, but that's another
A whole other chapter, the library
Went back to my crib, kissed matilda
She started to cry, the sight tears to my eys
The next day my connection, check my directon
My flight to chicago, first class
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 give a fuck this trick was mad fly
of fly, the pilot turned on the intercom
Talking some of code something was wrong
Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed stuff
I to raise up, but my seat belt was tcuk
Dig it, cool don't panic, I "excuse me, my seat belt's broken"
Then the back door opened,
I it close and my belt unlock
Turn around and there was four with glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome
And licked two shots leaving four men
But how the fuck did two bullets four niggas
Checked out the cock and the pilot's cranium disfigured
The click, another piece to my bone
Turn around and greet ms jones
"how ya doing she said, "i'm chill how 'bout you? "
"petey sent me as crew, so what yo gonna do? "
I the plane, checked in the hotel
Horny like a from the ho smell
to the bathroom to clean myself, then she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, up shower fuckin'
The walls were shattering echoes
But ain't a question killing mafuckers ain't my only profession
Not after two hours of crotch
Hit the sack, up early to plan my plot *echoed*

** 4 seconds of **

It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I
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 to their waist
Strolled towards a door, but was like
"yo, who the fuck are you? " I pulled out my knife
Slow, without a whipser or hint of
Made one quick and committed decapitation
Left the in the neck of the man on the left
And hoppedover the fence, took a breath *whew*
It didn't but a second to wait
The rotwilders went psycho, I took one knee and my rifle
And popped every last one of them 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 all of a sudden
I heard footsteps of at three men running sporting mack 10s
Backflip under the and
Pulled out my wire and wrapped it tight
my fists, made it quick with very little fight
Grabbed the on the right and silenced his ass
on the left, a strangle was his death
Motherfucker in the middle, the monkey caught a cap
Sucking my barrel like a junkie
Got the door and it was straight war
Camo-flague gear getting torn by my
Run up the stairs, tripping over dead
Put family to shame for fucking with my nigga's drugs
Upon the second was faced with three doors, chose the first
A ninja showing his thirst for my life
But little did he I be trained
my middle name, put his ass to shame
Open the door and out came kareem
Jabbar, a barefoot size
I said "choose style" and nigga said "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga look more he took one for hostage
his shits with no style at all
One swing of my sword him four feet tall
Third door opend slowly only to
Cleopatra getting by mikey budafeuco
At gunpont the bitch turned straight to hunter
On a steroid, banging this like she wants to
He didn't 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 the families of punks who rob
Pull your dick out nigga ain't no freak show
Let 'em go 'cause he got touched by the
My flight was sex in the private jet
Heading home to collect my fitty check
I'm out