Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all on a Saturday night, yo, I was restin my nerves
at the pad, smokin herb
Had a the next day, so I figured I'd rest
Cause when I throw a show, I to give it my best
Yo, that's I heard the telephone ring
It was my homie named Gee, big from around the way
he had a party and he wanted me to come
And I even front, cause I owed him one
See, Gee was a from a long time ago
I was young, he used 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 could forget him
So now I got myself coolin at a
On amp, playin dominos, drinkin
Sittin at a with some fools I don't know
Rollin the Endo, and sippin on
I had a feelin that just quit
Bein around too many rollers 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 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 slid me 10 to make a run to the
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 it was trouble in the air
Cause now I'm on the roll with nigga named Joe
Who wore [???] a big-ass afro
Just my luck we got pulled to the
(What happened?) in the back of the ride
Since I ain't a snitch, I was in the jailhouse
Doin 5 years over dope I didn't know
No more women, and no more
Wish I was out on a
[ ]
Time you wanna lock me up
Lock me up, me up
Time again you wanna me up
A like me, you wanna lock me up
[ 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the jailhouse all swoll'
Doin 2 to 5 for this nigga I know
say jail ain't nothin to sweat
But if you ain't got a rep, you claim your set
But I bang, y'all, so what can I say?
I'm just a rapper from around the way
But right in my face about a million stood
Throwin up gangsigns, they neighborhood
Brother named who ran the yard
me, "Bust a funky 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 and forth, and even the wardens
Threw their 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 threw me in the box for it off
They me for the next 7 months, if I laid low
I'd be egible for a furlough
[ ]
[ 3: W.C. ]
I'm out on a furlough
Back on the streets in a Coupe that's sittin low
Yo, come to find that the group Low Pro done solo
Now it's all the Maad Circle
I'm out with Tunes and Coolio
out the brown paperbag, dodgin my P.O.
I'm only to be out for one day
But the judge don't know that I'm a
like a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back, y'all
No more sittin in the hole chew balls
Now I my bag and grab my gat
And have the Maad Circle put me on contract
And lay low like a 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 the Maad Circle
And to this day, yo, I'm out on a furlough
[ ]
(He's probably years old
And he gon' do 20, probably do 20 years
That's what he hollerin about, you
Cause the guy, - he 20 years old
You know, he in his
rude, and all that right there, you know
He -
It's just 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 talkin bout he me to do - 20 mo' years)