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 this fool bout?

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 restin my
at the pad, smokin herb
Had a show the next day, so I figured I'd
Cause when I throw a show, I like to it my best
Yo, that's when I heard the ring
It was my homie named Gee, big baller from 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 homie from a 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 with him
He put me down, ain't no way I forget about him
So now I got myself at a party
On amp, playin dominos, Bacardi
Sittin at a table some fools I don't know
Rollin the Endo, and sippin on
I had a feelin that just wouldn't
Bein around too many 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, kinda funny
Big Six on the table all the money
The party was on until the got low
That's when Gee slid me 10 to a run to the sto'
He wanted me to roll with his homie Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a Pinto
That's when I right then and there
I had a funny-ass feelin it was in the air
Cause now I'm on the with this nigga named Joe
Who wore 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 thrown in the
Doin 5 years over dope I didn't know
No women, and no more 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 like me, you wanna me up
[ 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the gettin all swoll'
2 to 5 for this nigga I don't know
Fools say jail 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 a funky rapper from around the way
But right in my face about a brothers stood
Throwin up gangsigns, representin neighborhood
named Black who ran the yard
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 six months I was rappin my ass off
Now here we go, I had the whole
Rockin back and forth, and 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 when a riot off
And they threw me in the box for it off
They me for the next 7 months, if I laid low
Then I'd be 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 went
Now all aobut the Maad Circle
I'm hangin out Tunes and Coolio
Drinkin out the paperbag, dodgin my P.O.
I'm only to be out for one day
But the don't know that I'm a runaway
like a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back, y'all
No sittin in the hole 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 in the grass
my profile and do away with the past
And now I'm gettin paid to be a
Accordin to the law, though I'm wanted on a hit
Crazy Tunes, Coolio and the Maad 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 what he hollerin about, you
the guy, he's - he 20 years old
You know, he in his
He's rude, and all that there, you know
He -
It's just me:
I came in the when I was 22 years old
You know, that's - that's the
You know, now - now I'm 40
You see what I'm
The man talkin bout he me to do - 20 mo' years)