Luyện nghe bài hát The Professional

I woke up at noon still aching the previous
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 just to quench his
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they the Earth
Just then I got a call from Pete 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 Gestapo could have killed her
up my grip, let it slide into the holster
Although most of, niggas fear me I'm supposed to
Protect my neck, if not mine then big
Dipped in the door so no one even see me
I told "wait outside for me boo"
'cause the professional's always confidential, it's
Pete said "yo, you know Mikey Budafeuco?"
The mafucker cut my shipment of bazooko
And laced it with soda, so much that you taste
That slimy ????, I'll make him paste
I said "yo, boss hit me the source"
And his whole of course, you know what I mean
Just hit me the green and I'll see what I can do
To Budafeu, he said "straight, arrange your crew"
But a no no, the pro only murders solo
I almost lost my life working with teams out in
California Beach, we was storming the
Fucked around and got buck by Scarface
Montana, but that's another story
A whole other chapter, check the
Went to my crib, kissed 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 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 kind of code something was wrong
Everyone got out of chairs calmly, and grabbed their stuff
I tried to raise up, but my seat belt was
Dig it, cool don't panic, I said "excuse me, my belt's broken"
the back door opened, shit
I hear it close and my belt
Turn around and there was four with glocks
Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome
And licked two shots leaving men deceased
But how the fuck did two bullets kill four
out the cock and found the pilot's cranium disfigured
The click, piece to my head bone
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 the plane, checked in the hotel
Horny like a mafucker the ho smell
Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, up shower fuckin'
The walls were shattering with
But ain't a question that mafuckers ain't my only profession
Not after two hours of crotch
Hit the sack, up early to plan my plot *echoed*

** 4 of silence **

It was a mansion on the of Chicago, I clout
Hood by the name of Mikey Budafeuco didn't like me
Ms Jones was around back I took the 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 pulled out my
Slow, without a whipser or of hesitation
Made one quick slash and committed
Left the knife in the neck of the man on the
And hoppedover the fence, took a short *whew*
It didn't take but a to wait
The rotwilders went psycho, I took one knee and my rifle
And popped every 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, the blue then all of a sudden
I heard footsteps of at least three men running Mack 10s
Backflip under the and
Pulled out my piano and wrapped it tight
'Round my fists, made it with very little fight
Grabbed the fool on the right and his ass
on the left, a strangle was his death
Motherfucker in the middle, play the caught a cap
Sucking my barrel a crack junkie
Got the door and it was straight war
Camo-flague gear getting by my ammo
Run up the stairs, over dead thugs
Put they to shame for fucking with my nigga's drugs
Upon the second floor was faced with doors, chose the first
A ninja master showing his for my life
But did he know I be trained
my middle name, put his ass to shame
Open the next door and out came
Jabbar, a barefoot seventeen
I said "choose your style" and said "ostrich"
Yeah sure nigga more like he took one for hostage
Swinging his with no style at all
One swing of my sword left him four feet
Third door opend slowly to show
Cleopatra getting fuck by Budafeuco
At the bitch turned straight to Heather Hunter
On a steroid, banging this fool she wants to
He didn't know I was there so I moved around the
Rubber gripping, at his dome started tripping
And pleading with my ass as if it my job
To the families 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 sex in the private jet
home to collect my fitty dollar check
I'm out