Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

* car up *
Hey
Any of you guys seen Calloway?
who, man?
What you talkin
Calloway, Calloway
What this talkin bout?

If y'all think I'm goin back to muthafucka, you're crazy

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was my nerves
Coolin at the pad, herb
Had a show the next day, so I I'd rest
Cause when I throw a show, I like to it my best
Yo, that's when I heard the ring
It was my homie named Gee, big baller from the way
he had a party and he wanted me to come
And I couldn't even front, cause I him one
See, Gee was a homie a long time ago
When I was young, he to let me get the rag 6-4
I used to sell dope with him, even went to with him
He put me down, no way I could forget about him
So now I got myself coolin at a
On amp, playin dominos, Bacardi
Sittin at a table with some fools I don't
Rollin the Endo, and sippin on
I had a feelin that just wouldn't
around too many high rollers made me itch
I ain't the one to silk, so I felt like a jerk
Cause I was the only in some jeans and a
Fools kept stearin at me, kinda funny
Big Six on the table all the money
The was on until the drink got low
That's when Gee me 10 to make a run to the sto'
He wanted me to roll with his named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy
when I knew right then and there
I had a funny-ass feelin it was in the air
Cause now I'm on the roll with this nigga Joe
Who wore [???] with a big-ass
Just my luck we got to the side
(What happened?) Cocaine in the back of the
I ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the jailhouse
Doin 5 years over dope I didn't about
No women, and no more shows
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
Time again you wanna me up
Lock me up, me up
again you wanna lock me up
A like me, you wanna lock me up
[ 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the jailhouse gettin all
Doin 2 to 5 for this I don't know
Fools say jail nothin to sweat
But if you got a rep, you gotta claim your set
But I don't bang, y'all, so what can I
I'm a funky rapper from around the way
But right in my face about a brothers stood
Throwin up gangsigns, representin neighborhood
named Black who ran the yard
Told me, "Bust a rap, and you won't need a bodyguard"
Don't get me wrong, y'all, I'm far soft
But for the next six I was rappin my ass off
Now we go, I had the whole jailhouse
Rockin back and forth, and the wardens
Threw their hands in the air I bust a rhyme
But now the line, y'all, was one big showtime
But that's when a riot off
And they me in the box for startin it off
They told me for the next 7 months, if I low
Then I'd be for a furlough
[ ]
[ 3: W.C. ]
I'm out on a furlough
Back on the streets in a that's sittin kinda low
Yo, come to that the group Low Pro done went solo
Now all aobut the Maad Circle
I'm hangin out with and Coolio
Drinkin out the brown paperbag, my P.O.
I'm only to be out for one day
But the judge don't that I'm a runaway
Something like a fugitive, but I run, I bust back, y'all
No more in the hole eatin chew balls
Now I pack my bag and my gat
And have the Circle put me down on contract
And lay low a snake in the grass
Change my profile and do away with the
And now I'm gettin to be a vocalist
Accordin to the law, though I'm on a hit list
Crazy Tunes, Coolio and Gee's the Circle
And to this day, yo, I'm out on a furlough
[ ]
(He's probably years old
And he gon' do 20, probably gon' do 20
That's what he hollerin about, you
Cause the guy, he's - he 20 old
You know, he in his
He's rude, and all that right there, you
He -
just like me:
I came in the penitentiary I was 22 years old
You know, that's - the baby
You know, now - now I'm 40
You see I'm sayin?
The man bout he want me to do - 20 mo' years)