Luyện nghe bài hát The Professional

I woke up at noon still aching 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 balcony so he get a
Little bit of city sun just to his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they the Earth
Just then I got a call from slash Blinky Jones
He said to him down a Donny's House of Pork and Bones
And bring the little girl, who people knew as
And often, who I say before Gestapo could have her
Picked up my grip, let it into the holster
Although most of, them niggas fear me I'm to
Protect my neck, if not mine big Petey's
Dipped in the door so no one could see me
I told "wait outside for me boo"
'cause the professional's always confidential, it's
Then Pete said "yo, you know Budafeuco?"
The cut my last shipment of bazooko
And it with soda, so much that you could taste
That slimy ????, make him taste 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 almost lost my working with teams out in SoHo
Beach, we was storming the place
Fucked around and almost got buck by
Tony Montana, but another story
A other chapter, check the library
Went back to my crib, kissed goodbye
She started to cry, the sight tears to my eys
The next day made my connection, my directon
My flight to Chicago, class section
I recognize no one on the plane, this was strange
My inside man was no where that I claim
The stewardess was over polite, I why
But I didn't give a this trick was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the turned on the intercom
Talking some kind of code was wrong
got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed their stuff
I tried to up, but my seat belt was tcuk
Dig it, cool panic, I said "excuse me, my seat belt's broken"
Then the back opened, shit
I hear it close and my unlock
Turn around and there was mafuckers with glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my piece
And two shots leaving four men deceased
But how the fuck did two bullets kill four
Checked out the and found the pilot's cranium disfigured
The click, another to my head bone
Turn around and Ms Cleopatra 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 mafucker from the ho
Broke to the bathroom to myself, then she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, straight up shower
The walls were shattering with
But ain't a question that mafuckers ain't my only profession
Not two hours of killing crotch
Hit the sack, woke up early to my plot *echoed*

** 4 of silence **

It was a on the outskirts of Chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of Mikey didn't like me
Ms was around back I took the front gates
Two punks on with uzis strapped to their waist
Strolled towards a door, but pizano was
"Yo, who the fuck are you?" then I out my knife
Slow, a whipser or hint of hesitation
Made one quick slash and committed
Left the 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 went psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of
like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right
Red, yellow, or blue, pushed the blue all of a sudden
I footsteps of at least three men running sporting Mack 10s
under the porch and
Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it
'Round my fists, made it quick with very 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 crack
Got the door and it was straight war
gear getting torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, over dead thugs
Put they family to shame for with my nigga's drugs
Upon the second floor was faced three doors, chose the first
A ninja master 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 seventeen
I said "choose your style" and nigga "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga more like he took one for hostage
his shits with no style at all
One of my sword left him four feet tall
Third opend slowly only to show
getting fuck by Mikey Budafeuco
At gunpont the bitch turned straight to Heather
On a steroid, banging 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 show
Let 'em go 'cause he got by the professional
My flight was sex in the private jet
home to collect my fitty dollar check
I'm out