Luyện nghe bài hát The Professional

I woke up at noon still aching from the
Job I had to do last night, was serious
Got up out my bed, and up my pointsetta
And put him on the so he could get a
Little bit of city sun to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the
then I got a call from Pete slash Blinky Jones
He said to meet him down a House of Pork and Bones
And the little girl, who people knew as Matilda
And often, who I say before Gestapo have killed her
Picked up my grip, let it slide the holster
Although most of, them niggas me I'm supposed to
Protect my neck, if not mine then big
Dipped in the door so no one could see me
I Matilda "wait outside for me boo"
'cause the professional's always confidential, true
Then Pete said "yo, you know Budafeuco?"
The mafucker cut my last of bazooko
And laced it with soda, so much you could taste
slimy ????, I'll make 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 Budafeu, he said "straight, arrange your crew"
But that's a no no, the pro only murders
I almost lost my life working with teams out in
California Beach, we was storming the
Fucked around and got buck by Scarface
Tony Montana, but another story
A other chapter, check the library
Went back to my crib, Matilda goodbye
She started to cry, the sight brought to my eys
The day made my connection, check my directon
My flight to Chicago, first class
I didn't no one on the plane, this was strange
My inside man was no where that I claim
The stewardess was polite, I wondered why
But I didn't give a fuck trick was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the pilot on the intercom
some kind of code something was wrong
Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and their stuff
I to raise up, but my seat belt was tcuk
Dig it, cool panic, I said "excuse me, my seat belt's broken"
Then the back door opened,
I it close and my belt unlock
Turn around and there was mafuckers with glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my piece
And licked two shots leaving men deceased
But how the fuck did two bullets kill niggas
Checked out the cock and found the pilot's disfigured
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 crew, so what yo gonna do?"
I the plane, checked in the hotel
Horny like a from the ho smell
Broke to the bathroom to myself, then she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, up shower fuckin'
The walls were shattering echoes
But ain't a question that killing mafuckers ain't my only
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 outskirts of Chicago, I
Hood by the name of Mikey Budafeuco didn't like me
Ms was around back I took the front gates
Two punks on guard with uzis strapped to waist
Strolled towards a door, but was like
"Yo, who the fuck are you?" then I out my knife
Slow, without a whipser or hint of
one quick slash and committed 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 psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my rifle
And every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated like a 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 heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting 10s
under the porch and
Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it
'Round my fists, made it quick very little fight
Grabbed the on the right and silenced his ass
on the left, a strangle was his death
Motherfucker in the middle, play the monkey a cap
Sucking my like a crack junkie
Got through the and it was straight war
Camo-flague gear getting torn by my
Run up the stairs, over 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 showing his for my life
But little did he I be trained
my middle name, put his ass to shame
Open the door and out came Kareem
Jabbar, a size seventeen
I said "choose your style" and said "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga look more like he one for hostage
Swinging his shits with no at all
One swing of my sword him four feet tall
Third door opend slowly only to
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 around the
Rubber gripping, pointed at his started tripping
And pleading with my ass as if it 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 straight sex in the jet
home to collect my fitty dollar check
I'm out