Luyện nghe bài hát The Professional

I woke up at noon still aching 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 balcony so he get a
Little bit of sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the
then I got a call from Pete slash Blinky Jones
He said to 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 into the holster
Although most of, them niggas 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"
the professional's always confidential, it's true
Then said "yo, you know Mikey Budafeuco?"
The mafucker cut my last of bazooko
And laced it with soda, so 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 what I mean
Just hit me the green and I'll see what I can do
To Mikey Budafeu, he said "straight, arrange crew"
But that's a no no, the pro only murders
I lost my life working with teams out in SoHo
California Beach, we was the place
Fucked and almost got buck by Scarface
Tony Montana, but that's story
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 flight to Chicago, class section
I didn't no one on the plane, this was strange
My inside man was no where I could claim
The stewardess was over polite, I why
But I didn't give a fuck trick was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the turned on the intercom
Talking some of code something was wrong
Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and their stuff
I tried to raise up, but my belt was tcuk
Dig it, cool panic, I said "excuse me, my seat belt's broken"
Then the back opened, shit
I hear it and my belt unlock
Turn around and there was four with glocks
Pointed straight to my piece, grabbed my chrome piece
And licked two leaving four men deceased
But how the fuck did two bullets kill four
Checked out the cock and the pilot's cranium disfigured
The click, another piece to my head
around and greet Ms Cleopatra Jones
"How ya doing she said, "I'm chill how 'bout you?"
"Petey me as your crew, so what yo gonna do?"
I landed the plane, checked in the
like a mafucker from the ho smell
Broke to the to clean 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 killing
Hit the sack, woke up early to plan my plot

** 4 of silence **

It was a on the outskirts of Chicago, I clout
Hood went by the of Mikey Budafeuco didn't like me
Ms was around back I took the front gates
Two punks on guard uzis strapped to their waist
Strolled towards a door, but was like
"Yo, who the are you?" then I pulled out my knife
Slow, a whipser or hint of hesitation
Made one quick and committed decapitation
Left the knife in the neck of the man on the
And hoppedover the fence, a short breath *whew*
It take but a second to wait
The rotwilders went psycho, I one knee and grabbed my rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of
Motivated a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, is the right button
Red, yellow, or blue, pushed the then all of a sudden
I heard footsteps of at least three men running Mack 10s
Backflip under the and
Pulled out my piano wire and it tight
'Round my fists, made it quick with little fight
Grabbed the fool on the right and his ass
Nigga on the left, a strangle was his
in the middle, play the monkey caught a cap
Sucking my barrel like a junkie
Got through the and it was straight 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
the second floor was faced with three doors, chose the first
A ninja master showing his for my life
But little did he know I be
my middle name, put his ass to shame
Open the next door and out Kareem
Jabbar, a barefoot size
I said "choose your style" and said "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga look more like he one for hostage
his shits with no style at all
One swing of my sword left him four tall
door opend slowly only to show
Cleopatra getting fuck by Mikey
At gunpont the bitch straight to Heather Hunter
On a steroid, banging this fool she wants to
He didn't know I was there so I around the front
Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome started
And pleading my ass as if it ain't my job
To eliminate the families of who rob
Pull your dick out nigga 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 fitty check
I'm out