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Текст песни Da proffesional от исполнителя Saukrates

    [saukrates]
    I woke up at noon still aching from the previous
    Job I had to do last night, shit was serious
    Got up out my bed, and picked up my pointsetta
    And put him on the balcony so he could get a
    Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
    Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the earth
    Just then I got a call from pete slash blinky jones
    He said to meet him down a donny's house of pork and bones
    And bring the little girl, who people knew as matilda
    And often, who I say before gestapo could have killed her
    Picked up my grip, let it slide into the holster
    Although most of, them niggas fear me I'm supposed to
    Protect my neck, if not mine then big petey's
    Dipped in the door so no one could even see me
    I told matilda wait outside for me boo
    'cause the professional's always confidential, it's true
    Then pete said yo, you know mikey budafeuco?
    The mafucker cut my last shipment of bazooko
    And laced it with soda, so much that you could taste
    That slimy ? ? ? ? , I'll make him taste paste
    I said yo, boss hit me with the source
    And his whole family of course, you know what I mean
    Just hit me with the green and I'll see what I can do
    To mikey budafeu, he said straight, arrange your crew
    But that's a no no, the pro only murders solo
    I almost lost my life working with teams out in soho
    California beach, we was storming the place
    Fucked around and almost got buck by scarface
    Tony montana, but that's another story
    A whole other chapter, check the library
    Went back to my crib, kissed matilda goodbye
    She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys
    The next day made my connection, check my directon
    My flight to chicago, first class section
    I didn't recognize no one on the plane, this was strange
    My inside man was no where that I could claim
    The stewardess was over polite, I wondered why
    But I didn't give a fuck this trick was mad fly
    Speaking of fly, the pilot turned on the intercom
    Talking some kind of code something was wrong
    Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed their stuff
    I tried to raise up, but my seat belt was tcuk
    Dig it, cool don't panic, I said excuse me, my seat belt's broken
    Then the back door opened, shit
    I hear it close and my belt unlock
    Turn around and there was four mafuckers with glocks
    Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome piece
    And licked two shots leaving four men deceased
    But how the fuck did two bullets kill four niggas
    Checked out the cock and found the pilot's cranium disfigured
    The click, another piece to my head bone
    Turn around and greet ms cleopatra jones
    How ya doing baby? she said, I'm chill how 'bout you?
    Petey sent me as your crew, so what yo gonna do?
    I landed the plane, checked in the hotel
    Horny like a mafucker from the ho smell
    Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, then she snuck in
    Naked to the pussy, straight up shower fuckin'
    The walls were shattering with echoes
    But ain't a question that killing mafuckers ain't my only profession
    Not after two hours of killing crotch
    Hit the sack, woke up early to plan my plot *echoed*

    ** 4 seconds of silence **

    It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I clout
    Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't like me
    Ms jones was around back I took the front gates
    Two punks on guard with uzis strapped to their waist
    Strolled towards a door, but pizano was like
    Yo, who the fuck are you? then I pulled out my knife
    Slow, without a whipser or hint of hesitation
    Made one quick slash and committed decapitation
    Left the knife in the neck of the man on the left
    And hoppedover the fence, took a short breath *whew*
    It didn't take but a second to wait
    The rotwilders went psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my rifle
    And popped every last one of them sons of bitches
    Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
    Got to the door, which is the right button
    Red, yellow, or blue, pushed the blue then all of a sudden
    I heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting mack 10s
    Backflip under the porch and
    Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it tight
    'round my fists, made it quick with very little fight
    Grabbed the fool on the right and silenced his ass
    Nigga on the left, a strangle was his death
    Motherfucker in the middle, play the monkey caught a cap
    Sucking my barrel like a crack junkie
    Got through the door and it was straight war
    Camo-flague gear getting torn by my ammo
    Run up the stairs, tripping over dead thugs
    Put they family to shame for fucking with my nigga's drugs
    Upon the second floor was faced with three doors, chose the first
    A ninja master showing his thirst for my life
    But little did he know I be trained
    Akido's my middle name, put his ass to shame
    Open the next door and out came kareem
    Jabbar, a barefoot size seventeen
    I said choose your style and nigga said ostrich
    Yeah sure nigga look more like he took one for hostage
    Swinging his shits with no style at all
    One swing of my sword left him four feet tall
    Third door opend slowly only to show
    Cleopatra getting fuck by mikey budafeuco
    At gunpont the bitch turned straight to heather hunter
    On a steroid, banging this fool like she wants to
    He didn't know I was there so I moved around the front
    Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome started tripping
    And pleading with my ass as if it ain't my job
    To eliminate the families of punks who rob
    Pull your dick out nigga this ain't no freak show
    Let 'em go 'cause he got touched by the professional
    My flight was straight sex in the private jet
    Heading home to collect my fitty dollar check
    I'm out *echoed*

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Другие тексты песен исполнителя Saukrates:
Rollin
Money or love
Keep it movin
Innovations
Fineline
Da proffesional
Check for me
Cant touch us
Body language
Bag da biscuit

А знаете ли вы, что классическая музыка признана многими психологами, врачами и самими исполнителями в буквальном смысле чудодейственной. Сама по себе она не совершает чудеса, но она может самым благоприятным образом влиять на человека, растений и животных, на весь окружающий мир. И не важно, что в большинстве композиций классической музыки отсутствуют тексты песен, главное здесь - ее звучание, удачное сочетание нот и звуков.

Доказано, что классическая музыка благотворно влияет на нервную систему. Многие психологи прописывают своим пациентам слушать классическую музыку каждый день. Она не только успокаивает, но и вызывает положительные эмоции у человека. Классическую музыку даже с недавних пор стали использовать прогрессивных взглядов хирурги во время своих операций. Они прочувствовали на себе, что когда операция проводится под звуки классической музыки, все проходит как по маслу, а пациент в скорейшем времени реабилитируется и идет на поправку. Да, и во многих западных больницах в палатах больных играет классическая музыка. По словам врачей, она является усилителем медикаментозного лечения, так как своим звучанием настраивает на положительный лад людей, страдающих тем или иным заболеванием, внушает веру в выздоровление и в собственные силы справиться с болезнью. И все это не пустые слова - это результат проводимых неоднократно экспериментов.

К примеру, был произведен такой эксперимент - в две комнаты, одинаковые по размеру, температуре, влажности, степени освещения, поместили горшки с абсолютно одинаковыми цветами, и в каждой их них включили музыку - в одной классическую, а в другой - тяжелый рок. По истечении определенного времени эксперимент показал следующие результаты - в комнате с классической музыке цветы стали быстро прибавлять в росте, многие расцвели, все выглядели здоровыми, а в комнате с тяжелым роком цветы не только не выросли ни на сколько, а имели нездоровый вид, а многие даже зачахли. Чудодейственное влияние классической музыки на лицо. Однако этот эксперимент вовсе не говорит о том, что рок плох, и слушать его не следует, отнюдь - все люди разные, на кого-то и рок. И тексты песен роковых исполнителей действуют как чудесная сила.