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 picked up my
And put him on the so he could get a
Little bit of sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause feed the Earth
Just then I got a call Pete slash Blinky Jones
He said to him down a Donny's House of Pork and Bones
And bring the little girl, who knew as Matilda
And often, who I say before Gestapo could have her
Picked up my grip, let it slide into the
Although most of, them niggas fear me I'm to
my neck, if not mine then big Petey's
Dipped in the door so no one even see me
I told "wait outside for me boo"
'cause the professional's always confidential, true
Pete said "yo, you know Mikey Budafeuco?"
The mafucker cut my last of bazooko
And laced it with soda, so much that you could
That ????, I'll make him taste paste
I said "yo, boss hit me the source"
And his family of course, you know what I mean
Just hit me with the green and I'll see I can do
To Mikey Budafeu, he "straight, arrange your crew"
But that's a no no, the pro murders solo
I almost 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 chapter, check the library
Went back to my crib, kissed Matilda
She started to cry, the brought tears to my eys
The day made my connection, check my directon
My to Chicago, first class section
I recognize no one on the plane, this was strange
My inside man was no that 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
got out of their 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"
Then the door opened, shit
I hear it close and my unlock
Turn around and there was four with glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome
And licked two leaving four men deceased
But how the fuck did two kill four niggas
Checked out the cock and the pilot's cranium disfigured
The click, another piece to my head
Turn around and greet Ms Cleopatra
"How ya doing baby? she said, "I'm chill how you?"
"Petey sent me as your crew, so what yo do?"
I landed the plane, checked in the
like a mafucker from the ho smell
Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, straight up shower
The walls were shattering echoes
But a question that killing mafuckers ain't my only profession
Not after two hours of crotch
Hit the sack, woke up to plan my plot *echoed*

** 4 seconds of **

It was a mansion on the of Chicago, I clout
Hood went by the of Mikey Budafeuco didn't like me
Ms Jones was around I took the front gates
Two punks on guard with uzis to their waist
towards a door, but pizano was like
"Yo, who the are you?" then I pulled out my knife
Slow, without a whipser or hint of
Made one quick slash and 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 took one and grabbed my rifle
And popped last one of them sons of bitches
like 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 footsteps of at least three men running sporting Mack 10s
Backflip the porch and
out my piano wire and wrapped it tight
'Round my fists, made it quick with little fight
the fool on the right and silenced his ass
Nigga on the left, a strangle was his
in the middle, play the monkey caught a cap
Sucking my barrel a crack junkie
Got through the door and it was war
Camo-flague getting torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, tripping dead thugs
Put they family to shame for fucking my nigga's drugs
Upon the second floor was faced with three doors, chose the
A master showing his thirst for my life
But did he know I be trained
Akido's my name, put his ass to shame
Open the next door and out came
Jabbar, a barefoot seventeen
I "choose your style" and nigga said "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga look like he took one for hostage
Swinging his shits with no at all
One swing of my sword left him four feet
Third door slowly only to show
getting fuck by Mikey Budafeuco
At gunpont the bitch straight to Heather Hunter
On a steroid, banging this like she wants to
He didn't I was there so I moved around the front
Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome tripping
And pleading with my ass as if it my job
To eliminate the families of who rob
Pull your out nigga this 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