Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

* car up *
Hey
Any of you seen Willie Calloway?
Wille who,
What you talkin
Calloway, Willie
What fool talkin bout?

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

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