Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was restin my
Coolin at the pad, herb
Had a show the day, so I figured I'd rest
Cause when I throw a show, I like to give it my
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 from a long time ago
I was young, he used to let me get the rag 6-4
I used to sell dope with him, even went to jail him
He put me down, ain't no way I could forget him
So now I got myself at a party
On amp, dominos, drinkin Bacardi
Sittin at a table with some fools I know
Rollin the Endo, and sippin on
I had a feelin that wouldn't quit
around too many high rollers made me itch
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I like a jerk
Cause I was the in some jeans and a t-shirt
Fools kept stearin at me, kinda funny
Big Six on the table all the money
The party was on the drink got low
That's when Gee slid me 10 to a run to the sto'
He wanted me to roll his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who a raggedy Pinto
That's when I knew right and there
I had a feelin it was trouble in the air
Cause now I'm on the roll with this named Joe
Who wore [???] with a afro
Just my we got pulled to the side
(What happened?) Cocaine in the back of the
Since I ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the
5 years over dope I didn't know about
No more women, and no shows
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
Time you wanna lock me up
Lock me up, me up
again you wanna lock me up
A nigga me, you wanna lock me up
[ 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the gettin all swoll'
Doin 2 to 5 for this nigga I don't
Fools say jail ain't to sweat
But if you ain't got a rep, you gotta your set
But I don't bang, y'all, so can I say?
I'm just a funky from around the way
But right in my face about a brothers stood
Throwin up gangsigns, representin neighborhood
Brother named Black who ran the
Told me, "Bust a 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 here we go, I had the jailhouse
Rockin back and forth, and 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 when a riot off
And threw 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
[ ]
[ 3: W.C. ]
Finally I'm out on a
Back on the streets in a Coupe that's sittin low
Yo, come to that the group Low Pro done went solo
Now it's all the Maad Circle
I'm out with Tunes and Coolio
Drinkin out the paperbag, dodgin my P.O.
I'm 'posed to be out for one day
But the judge don't know I'm a runaway
Something like a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back,
No more sittin in the eatin chew balls
Now I pack my bag and 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 gettin to be a vocalist
Accordin to the law, though I'm wanted on a hit
Crazy Tunes, and Gee's the Maad Circle
And still to day, yo, I'm out on a furlough
[ ]
(He's probably years old
And he gon' do 20, probably gon' do 20
That's what he hollerin about, you
the guy, he's - 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 I was 22 years old
You know, that's - the baby
You know, now - now I'm 40
You see I'm sayin?
The man talkin he want me to do - 20 mo' years)