Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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 a show, I like to give it my best
Yo, that's when I heard the telephone
It was my homie named Gee, big baller around the way
Said he had a and he wanted me to come
And I couldn't even front, I owed him one
See, Gee was a from a long time ago
When I was young, he 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 forget about him
So now I got coolin at a party
On amp, playin dominos, Bacardi
Sittin at a table with some fools I know
Rollin the Endo, and on Cisco
I had a that just wouldn't quit
Bein around too many rollers made me itch
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I felt like a
Cause I was the only in some jeans and a
Fools stearin at me, lookin kinda funny
Big Six on the table all the money
The party was on until the got low
That's Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto'
He me to roll with his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy
That's I knew right then 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 [???] with a big-ass
Just my luck we got pulled to the
(What happened?) Cocaine in the back of the
Since I ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the
Doin 5 years dope I didn't know about
No more women, and no more
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
again you wanna lock me up
me up, lock 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 I don't know
Fools say 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 a funky rapper from around the way
But right in my about a million brothers stood
Throwin up gangsigns, they neighborhood
Brother named Black who ran the
me, "Bust a funky rap, and you won't need a bodyguard"
Don't get me wrong, y'all, I'm far from
But for the next six months I was my ass off
Now here we go, I had the jailhouse
Rockin and forth, and even the wardens
Threw their hands in the air I bust a rhyme
But now the chow line, y'all, was one big
But when a riot jumped off
And threw me in the box for startin it off
told 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 the group Low Pro done went solo
Now it's all aobut the Maad
I'm hangin out with Tunes and
out the brown 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 run, I bust back, y'all
No more sittin in the eatin chew balls
Now I my bag and grab my gat
And the Maad Circle put me down 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 wanted on a hit
Crazy Tunes, Coolio and Gee's the Circle
And still to this day, yo, I'm out on a
[ ]
(He's probably years old
And he gon' do 20, probably gon' do 20
what he hollerin about, you know?
Cause the guy, he's - he 20 old
You know, he in his
He's rude, and all 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 what I'm
The man talkin bout he me to do - 20 mo' years)