Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a night, yo, I was restin my nerves
at the pad, smokin herb
Had a show the next day, so I figured I'd
Cause when I a show, I like to give it my best
Yo, that's when I the telephone 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 from a time ago
I was young, he used to let me get the rag 6-4
I used to sell dope him, even went 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, dominos, drinkin Bacardi
Sittin at a table with some fools I don't
Rollin the Endo, and sippin on
I had a that just wouldn't quit
Bein around too 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 kept stearin at me, lookin funny
Big Six on the takin all the money
The party was on until the got low
That's when Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the
He wanted me to roll his homie named Joe
baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy Pinto
That's when I knew 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 afro
my luck we got pulled to the side
(What happened?) in the back of the ride
Since I a snitch, I was thrown in the jailhouse
Doin 5 years over dope I didn't 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 again you lock 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 got a rep, you gotta claim your set
But I don't bang, y'all, so what can I
I'm just a rapper from around the way
But right in my face a million brothers stood
Throwin up gangsigns, representin they
Brother named Black who ran the
Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you need a bodyguard"
Don't get me wrong, y'all, I'm far soft
But for the next six months I was my ass off
Now here we go, I had the whole
Rockin back and forth, and the wardens
their 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 told me for the 7 months, if I laid low
Then I'd be egible for a
[ ]
[ 3: W.C. ]
I'm out on a furlough
Back on the in a Coupe that's sittin kinda low
Yo, come to that the group Low Pro done went solo
Now all aobut 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 don't know that I'm a runaway
Something like a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back,
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 a snake in the grass
my profile and do away with the past
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 twenty-somethin old
And he gon' do 20, probably do 20 years
That's he hollerin about, you know?
Cause the guy, he's - he 20 old
You know, he in his
He's rude, and all that there, you know
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 what I'm
The man talkin he want me to do - 20 mo' years)