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 to that muthafucka, you're crazy

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a night, yo, I was restin my nerves
Coolin at the pad, smokin
Had a the next day, so I figured I'd rest
when I throw a show, I like to give it my best
Yo, that's when I heard the ring
It was my homie named Gee, big from around the way
Said he had a party and he wanted me to
And I couldn't front, cause I owed him one
See, Gee was a homie from a long ago
When I was young, he to let me get the rag 6-4
I used to dope with him, even went to jail with him
He put me down, no way I could forget about him
So now I got myself at a party
On amp, playin dominos, drinkin
Sittin at a table with some I don't know
Rollin the Endo, and on Cisco
I had a feelin that just quit
around too many 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 table takin all the
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 homie Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who a raggedy Pinto
when I knew right then 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
my luck we got pulled to the side
(What happened?) Cocaine in the back of the
I ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the jailhouse
Doin 5 years dope I didn't know about
No more women, and no more
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
Time again you wanna me up
Lock me up, me up
Time again you wanna me up
A nigga like me, you lock me up
[ 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the jailhouse all swoll'
Doin 2 to 5 for this nigga I don't
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 from the way
But in my face about a million brothers stood
Throwin up gangsigns, representin they
Brother named who ran the yard
Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you won't a bodyguard"
Don't get me wrong, y'all, I'm far from
But for the next six I was rappin my ass off
Now here we go, I had the whole
Rockin and forth, and even the wardens
Threw their hands in the air while I a rhyme
But now the chow line, y'all, was one big
But that's when a 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
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[ 3: W.C. ]
I'm out on a furlough
Back on the in a Coupe that's sittin kinda low
Yo, come to find that the group Low Pro went solo
Now it's all aobut the Maad
I'm hangin out with and Coolio
Drinkin out the brown paperbag, 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 back, y'all
No more sittin in the hole eatin chew
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
Change my profile and do with the past
And now I'm gettin to be a vocalist
Accordin to the law, I'm wanted on a hit list
Crazy Tunes, Coolio and the Maad Circle
And still to this day, yo, I'm out on a
[ ]
(He's twenty-somethin years old
And he do 20, probably gon' do 20 years
That's what he 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 -
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 I'm sayin?
The man talkin bout he me to do - 20 mo' years)