Luyện nghe bài hát The Professional

I up at noon still aching from the previous
Job I had to do night, shit was serious
Got up out my bed, and picked up my
And put him on the balcony so he get a
Little bit of city sun to quench his thirst
gotta live too, 'cause they feed the Earth
Just then I got a call Pete slash Blinky Jones
He said to meet him a Donny's House of Pork and Bones
And bring the little girl, who people as Matilda
And often, who I say Gestapo could have killed her
Picked up my grip, let it slide into the
Although of, them niggas fear me I'm supposed to
Protect my neck, if not mine big Petey's
Dipped in the door so no one even see me
I Matilda "wait outside for me boo"
'cause the professional's confidential, it's true
Then said "yo, you know Mikey Budafeuco?"
The mafucker cut my last shipment of
And laced it with soda, so much you could taste
That slimy ????, I'll him taste paste
I said "yo, hit me with the source"
And his whole of course, you know what I mean
Just hit me with the and I'll see what I can do
To Mikey Budafeu, he said "straight, arrange crew"
But that's a no no, the pro murders solo
I almost lost my life with teams out in SoHo
Beach, we was storming the place
Fucked around and almost got by Scarface
Tony Montana, but that's another
A whole other chapter, check the
back to my crib, kissed Matilda goodbye
She started to cry, the brought tears to my eys
The day made my connection, check my directon
My flight to Chicago, first class
I didn't recognize no one on the plane, was strange
My man was no where that I could claim
The stewardess was over polite, I why
But I didn't a fuck this trick was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the pilot turned on the
Talking kind of code 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 belt's broken"
the back door opened, shit
I hear it close and my belt
around and there was four mafuckers with glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, my chrome piece
And licked two shots leaving four men
But how the fuck did two bullets four niggas
Checked out the cock and found the pilot's disfigured
The click, another to my head bone
Turn around and greet Ms Cleopatra
"How ya doing baby? she said, "I'm how 'bout you?"
"Petey sent me as crew, so what yo gonna do?"
I the plane, checked in the hotel
Horny like a mafucker the ho smell
Broke to the bathroom to myself, then she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, straight up shower
The walls shattering with echoes
But ain't a question that killing ain't my only profession
Not two hours of killing crotch
Hit the sack, up early to plan my plot *echoed*

** 4 seconds of **

It was a mansion on the of Chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of Mikey didn't like me
Ms Jones was around I took the front gates
Two punks on guard with uzis strapped to their
Strolled a door, but pizano was like
"Yo, who the fuck are you?" then I out my knife
Slow, without a whipser or hint of
Made one quick slash and decapitation
Left the in the neck of the man on the left
And hoppedover the fence, a short breath *whew*
It didn't but a second to wait
The rotwilders psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my rifle
And every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no
Got to the door, which is the right
Red, yellow, or blue, pushed the blue then all of a
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 very little fight
Grabbed the on the right and silenced his ass
Nigga on the left, a was his death
Motherfucker in the middle, play the monkey a cap
my barrel like a crack junkie
Got the door and it was straight war
Camo-flague getting torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, tripping over dead
Put they family to for fucking with my nigga's drugs
Upon the second floor was with three doors, chose the first
A ninja showing his thirst for my life
But little did he know I be
Akido's my name, put his ass to shame
the next door and out came Kareem
Jabbar, a size seventeen
I said "choose style" and nigga said "ostrich"
Yeah sure look more like he took one for hostage
Swinging his shits no style at all
One swing of my sword left him feet tall
door opend slowly only to show
Cleopatra getting fuck by Mikey
At gunpont the bitch turned straight to Hunter
On a steroid, banging fool like she wants to
He didn't know I was there so I moved around the
Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome tripping
And pleading my ass as if it ain't my job
To the families of punks who rob
your dick out nigga this ain't no freak show
Let 'em go he got touched by the professional
My flight was straight sex in the jet
Heading home to collect my fitty dollar
I'm out