Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was my nerves
Coolin at the pad, smokin
Had a the next day, so I figured I'd rest
Cause I throw a show, I like to give it my best
Yo, when I heard the telephone ring
It was my homie named Gee, big baller around the way
Said he had a party and he me to come
And I couldn't even front, cause I him one
See, Gee was a homie from a long ago
I was young, he used to let me get the rag 6-4
I used to sell with him, even went to jail with him
He put me down, ain't no way I could forget him
So now I got myself at a party
On amp, playin dominos, Bacardi
Sittin at a with some fools I don't know
Rollin the Endo, and on Cisco
I had a feelin that wouldn't quit
Bein around too high rollers made me itch
I the one to wear silk, so I felt like a jerk
Cause I was the only in some and a t-shirt
Fools kept stearin at me, lookin kinda
Big Six on the table takin all the
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 with his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who a raggedy Pinto
That's I knew right then and there
I had a funny-ass it was trouble in the air
Cause now I'm on the roll with this named Joe
Who [???] with a big-ass afro
my luck we got pulled to the side
(What happened?) Cocaine in the back of the
Since I ain't a snitch, I was in the jailhouse
Doin 5 years over I didn't know about
No more women, and no shows
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
Time again you lock me up
Lock me up, me up
Time again you lock me up
A nigga me, you wanna lock me up
[ 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the jailhouse all swoll'
2 to 5 for this nigga I don't know
Fools say jail nothin to sweat
But if you ain't got a rep, you claim 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 about a million brothers
Throwin up gangsigns, representin neighborhood
named Black who ran the yard
Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you need a bodyguard"
get me wrong, y'all, I'm far from soft
But for the next six months I was my ass off
Now we go, I had the whole jailhouse
Rockin and forth, and even the wardens
Threw hands in the air while I bust a rhyme
But now the chow line, y'all, was one big
But that's a riot jumped off
And they me in the box for startin it off
They me for the next 7 months, if I laid low
I'd be egible for a furlough
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[ 3: W.C. ]
Finally I'm out on a
Back on the in a Coupe that's sittin kinda low
Yo, come to find that the group Low Pro done solo
Now it's all the Maad Circle
I'm hangin out with Tunes and
out the brown paperbag, dodgin my P.O.
I'm 'posed to be out for one day
But the judge don't that I'm a runaway
like a fugitive, but I don't 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 Maad Circle put me on contract
And lay low like a snake in the
Change my profile and do away with the
And now I'm paid to be a vocalist
Accordin to the law, I'm wanted 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 twenty-somethin old
And he gon' do 20, gon' do 20 years
That's what he hollerin about, you
Cause the guy, he's - he 20 old
You know, he in his
rude, and all that right there, you know
He -
It's just me:
I in the penitentiary when I was 22 years old
You know, - that's the baby
You know, now - now I'm 40
You see what I'm
The man talkin he want me to do - 20 mo' years)