Luyện nghe bài hát The Professional

I woke up at noon still aching from the
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
Little bit of city sun just to quench his
Plants gotta live too, they feed the Earth
Just then I got a call from slash Blinky Jones
He to meet 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 slide 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 Matilda "wait outside for me boo"
the professional's always confidential, it's true
Then Pete said "yo, you know Budafeuco?"
The mafucker cut my last of bazooko
And it with soda, so much that you could taste
That slimy ????, I'll him taste paste
I said "yo, hit me with the source"
And his family of course, you know what I mean
Just hit me with the green and see what I can do
To Mikey Budafeu, he said "straight, your crew"
But that's a no no, the pro murders solo
I almost lost my life working teams out in SoHo
California Beach, we was the place
Fucked around and almost got by Scarface
Tony Montana, but that's another
A whole other chapter, the library
Went back to my crib, Matilda goodbye
She to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys
The next day my connection, check my directon
My to Chicago, first class section
I didn't recognize no one on the plane, was strange
My inside man was no where that I claim
The stewardess was polite, I wondered why
But I didn't give a this trick was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the pilot turned on the
Talking some kind of something was wrong
Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed their
I tried to up, but my seat belt was tcuk
Dig it, don't panic, I said "excuse me, my seat belt's broken"
Then the back opened, shit
I it close and my belt unlock
Turn around and there was four with glocks
Pointed straight to my piece, grabbed my chrome piece
And licked two shots leaving men deceased
But how the did two bullets kill four niggas
Checked out the cock and found the pilot's cranium
The click, another to my head bone
around and greet Ms Cleopatra Jones
"How ya doing baby? she said, "I'm chill how you?"
"Petey sent me as crew, so what yo gonna do?"
I landed the plane, in the hotel
Horny like a mafucker from the ho
Broke to the to clean myself, then she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, straight up shower
The were shattering with echoes
But ain't a that killing mafuckers ain't my only profession
Not after two of killing crotch
Hit the sack, woke up early to my plot *echoed*

** 4 of silence **

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 a door, but pizano was like
"Yo, who the fuck are you?" I pulled out my knife
Slow, without a whipser or of hesitation
Made one quick slash and committed
Left the in the neck of the man on the left
And hoppedover the fence, took a short breath
It didn't but a second to wait
The rotwilders went psycho, I one knee and grabbed my rifle
And popped every last one of them of bitches
Motivated like a 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
Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it
'Round my fists, made it quick with little fight
Grabbed the fool on the right and his ass
on the left, a strangle was his death
Motherfucker in the middle, the monkey caught a cap
Sucking my barrel a crack junkie
Got through the door and it was war
gear getting torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, over dead thugs
Put family to shame for fucking with my nigga's drugs
Upon the second floor was faced with doors, chose the first
A master showing his thirst for my life
But little did he know I be
Akido's my name, put his ass to shame
Open the next door and out Kareem
Jabbar, a size seventeen
I said "choose style" and nigga 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 slowly only to show
Cleopatra getting by Mikey Budafeuco
At gunpont the bitch straight to Heather Hunter
On a steroid, banging this fool she wants to
He know I was there so I moved around the front
Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome started
And pleading my ass as if it ain't my job
To eliminate the of punks who rob
Pull your dick out this ain't no freak show
Let 'em go 'cause he got touched by the
My flight was straight sex in the jet
home to collect my fitty dollar check
I'm out