Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was restin my
at the pad, smokin herb
Had a the next day, so I figured I'd rest
Cause when I throw a show, I like to give it my
Yo, that's when I the telephone ring
It was my homie named Gee, big 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 from a long time ago
When I was young, he to let me get the rag 6-4
I to sell dope with him, even went to jail with him
He put me down, ain't no way I forget about him
So now I got coolin at a party
On amp, playin dominos, Bacardi
Sittin at a with some fools I don't know
Rollin the Endo, and sippin on
I had a feelin just wouldn't quit
around too many high rollers made me itch
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I felt like a
I was the only in some jeans and a t-shirt
Fools stearin at me, lookin kinda funny
Big Six on the table takin all the
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 with his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy
when I knew right then and there
I had a feelin it was trouble 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 of the ride
Since I ain't a snitch, I was in the jailhouse
Doin 5 over dope I didn't know about
No more women, and no shows
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
again you wanna lock 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
say jail ain't 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 just a funky from around the way
But right in my face about a million stood
Throwin up gangsigns, they neighborhood
Brother named Black who ran the
me, "Bust a funky rap, and you won't need a bodyguard"
Don't get me wrong, y'all, I'm far from
But for the six months I was rappin my ass off
Now here we go, I had the whole
Rockin and forth, and even the wardens
Threw their hands in the air I bust a rhyme
But now the line, y'all, was one big showtime
But when a riot jumped off
And they threw me in the box for it off
They told me for the 7 months, if I laid low
I'd be egible for a furlough
[ ]
[ 3: W.C. ]
Finally I'm out on a
on the streets in a Coupe that's sittin kinda low
Yo, come to find the group Low Pro done went solo
Now it's all aobut the Maad
I'm out with Tunes and Coolio
Drinkin out the brown paperbag, my P.O.
I'm 'posed to be out for one day
But the judge don't that I'm a runaway
Something a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back, y'all
No more sittin in the eatin chew balls
Now I my bag and grab my gat
And have the Maad Circle put me down on
And lay low like a snake in the
my profile and do away with the past
And now I'm paid to be a vocalist
Accordin to the law, though I'm on a hit list
Crazy Tunes, Coolio and Gee's the Maad
And to this day, yo, I'm out on a furlough
[ ]
(He's probably twenty-somethin old
And he gon' do 20, probably do 20 years
That's he hollerin about, you know?
Cause the guy, - he 20 years old
You know, he in his
rude, and all that right there, you know
He -
just like me:
I came in the penitentiary when I was 22 old
You know, - that's the baby
You know, now - now I'm 40
You see what I'm
The man bout he want me to do - 20 mo' years)