Luyện nghe bài hát The Professional

I woke up at still aching from the previous
Job I had to do night, shit 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 to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause feed the Earth
Just then I got a call from Pete slash Blinky
He said to meet him down a Donny's of Pork and Bones
And bring the little girl, who people knew as
And often, who I say Gestapo could have killed her
Picked up my grip, let it slide into the
Although most of, them niggas fear me I'm to
Protect my neck, if not mine big Petey's
in the door so no one could even see me
I told Matilda "wait for me boo"
'cause the professional's always confidential, true
Then Pete said "yo, you Mikey Budafeuco?"
The cut my last shipment of bazooko
And laced it with soda, so that you could taste
That slimy ????, I'll make him paste
I said "yo, boss hit me the source"
And his whole family of course, you what I mean
Just hit me with the and I'll see what I can do
To Mikey Budafeu, he "straight, arrange your crew"
But a no no, the pro only murders solo
I lost my life working with teams out in SoHo
Beach, we was storming the place
Fucked around and got buck by Scarface
Montana, but that's another story
A other chapter, check the library
Went back to my crib, kissed Matilda
She started to cry, the sight brought 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 inside man was no where I could claim
The stewardess was over polite, I why
But I didn't give a this trick was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the pilot turned on the
Talking some of code something was wrong
Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed their
I tried to up, but my seat belt was tcuk
Dig it, cool don't panic, I said "excuse me, my 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, my chrome piece
And licked two leaving four men deceased
But how the fuck did two bullets four niggas
Checked out the cock and found the cranium disfigured
The click, piece to my head bone
Turn and greet Ms Cleopatra Jones
"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 a mafucker from the ho smell
Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, straight up fuckin'
The walls were with echoes
But ain't a question that killing ain't my only profession
Not two hours of killing crotch
Hit the sack, woke up to plan my plot *echoed*

** 4 seconds of **

It was a on the outskirts of Chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of Mikey Budafeuco didn't me
Ms was around back I took the front gates
Two punks on with uzis strapped to their waist
towards a door, but pizano was like
"Yo, who the fuck are you?" I pulled out my knife
Slow, without a or hint of hesitation
Made one quick slash and committed
Left the knife in the of the man on the left
And hoppedover the fence, took a short breath
It didn't take but a to wait
The rotwilders went psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my
And popped every last one of sons of bitches
like 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 men running sporting Mack 10s
under the porch and
Pulled out my piano and wrapped it tight
'Round my fists, made it quick with very fight
Grabbed the fool on the and silenced his ass
Nigga on the left, a was his death
Motherfucker in the middle, the monkey caught a cap
Sucking my barrel like a junkie
Got through the door and it was war
Camo-flague gear getting by my ammo
Run up the stairs, tripping over dead
Put they family to shame for fucking my nigga's drugs
Upon the floor was faced with three doors, chose the first
A ninja showing his thirst for my life
But little did he know I be
Akido's my middle name, put his ass to
Open the door and out came Kareem
Jabbar, a barefoot size
I said "choose your style" and nigga "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga look more he took one for hostage
Swinging his shits with no at all
One swing of my left him four feet tall
Third opend slowly only to show
Cleopatra getting fuck by Budafeuco
At gunpont the bitch turned straight to Heather
On a steroid, banging this like she wants to
He didn't know I was there so I moved the front
Rubber gripping, at his dome started tripping
And with my ass as if it ain't my job
To eliminate the of punks who rob
Pull your dick out nigga this ain't no show
Let 'em go 'cause he got by the professional
My flight was sex in the private jet
Heading home to collect my fitty dollar
I'm out