Luyện nghe bài hát The Professional

I up at noon still aching 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
bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, they feed the Earth
Just then I got a call from Pete slash Jones
He said to meet him down a Donny's House of Pork and
And bring the little girl, who people knew as
And often, who I say before Gestapo have killed her
Picked up my grip, let it into the holster
Although of, them niggas fear me I'm supposed to
my neck, if not mine then big Petey's
Dipped in the door so no one even see me
I Matilda "wait outside for me boo"
'cause the professional's always confidential, true
Then Pete "yo, you know Mikey Budafeuco?"
The cut my last shipment of bazooko
And laced it with soda, so that you could taste
That ????, I'll make him taste paste
I said "yo, hit me with the source"
And his whole family of course, you 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 with teams out in SoHo
California Beach, we was the place
Fucked and almost got buck by Scarface
Tony Montana, but another story
A whole other chapter, the library
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 recognize no one on the plane, was strange
My inside man was no where 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 their chairs calmly, and their stuff
I tried to raise up, but my seat belt was
Dig it, cool don't panic, I "excuse me, my seat belt's broken"
the back door opened, shit
I hear it close and my unlock
Turn around and there was four mafuckers glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome
And two shots leaving four men deceased
But how the fuck did two bullets kill niggas
Checked out the cock and found the pilot's cranium
The click, piece to my head bone
around 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 like a mafucker from the ho
Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, up shower fuckin'
The walls shattering with echoes
But ain't a question that mafuckers ain't my only profession
Not after two hours of crotch
Hit the sack, woke up early to plan my *echoed*

** 4 of silence **

It was a mansion on the of Chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of Mikey Budafeuco like me
Ms Jones was back I took the front gates
Two punks on guard with strapped to their waist
towards a door, but pizano was like
"Yo, who the fuck are you?" then I pulled out my
Slow, without a whipser or hint of
Made one quick and committed decapitation
the knife in the neck of the man on the left
And hoppedover the fence, a short breath *whew*
It didn't take but a second to
The rotwilders went psycho, I took one and grabbed my rifle
And popped every last one of them of bitches
Motivated a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right
Red, yellow, or blue, the blue then all of a sudden
I heard footsteps of at three men running sporting Mack 10s
under the porch and
Pulled out my piano and wrapped it tight
my fists, made it quick with very little fight
Grabbed the on the right and silenced his ass
Nigga on the left, a was his death
in the middle, play 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 dead thugs
Put they family to shame for fucking with my drugs
Upon the floor was faced with three doors, chose the first
A ninja master his thirst for my life
But little did he I be trained
Akido's my name, put his ass to shame
Open the next door and out Kareem
Jabbar, a barefoot seventeen
I said "choose your style" and said "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga look like 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 to show
Cleopatra getting fuck by Mikey
At gunpont the bitch turned to Heather Hunter
On a steroid, this fool like she wants to
He didn't know I was so I moved around the front
gripping, pointed at his dome started tripping
And pleading my ass as if it ain't my job
To the families of punks who rob
Pull your dick out nigga this ain't no freak
Let 'em go 'cause he got by the professional
My was straight sex in the private jet
Heading home to my fitty dollar check
I'm out