Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

* car up *
Hey
Any of you guys seen Calloway?
who, man?
What you talkin
Calloway, Calloway
What fool talkin 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
Coolin at the pad, herb
Had a the next day, so I figured I'd rest
Cause I throw a show, I like to give it my best
Yo, that's when I heard the ring
It was my named Gee, big baller from around 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 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 to jail with him
He put me down, ain't no way I could forget him
So now I got myself at a party
On amp, playin dominos, drinkin
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 many high made me itch
I the one to wear silk, so I felt like a jerk
Cause I was the 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 the drink got low
That's Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto'
He wanted me to roll with his named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who a raggedy Pinto
That's I knew right then and there
I had a funny-ass feelin it was 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 a snitch, I was thrown in the jailhouse
Doin 5 over dope I didn't know about
No more women, and no more
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
again you wanna lock me up
Lock me up, me up
Time you wanna lock me up
A nigga like me, you lock me up
[ 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the jailhouse all swoll'
2 to 5 for this nigga I don't know
Fools say jail 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 just a funky rapper around the way
But right in my face a million brothers stood
Throwin up gangsigns, representin they
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 next six I was rappin my ass off
Now we go, I had the whole jailhouse
Rockin and forth, and even the wardens
Threw their hands in the air while I a rhyme
But now the line, y'all, was one big showtime
But that's when a riot off
And they me in the box for startin it off
They told me for the next 7 months, if I low
Then I'd be egible for a
[ ]
[ 3: W.C. ]
I'm out on a furlough
Back on the streets in a 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 'posed to be out for one day
But the judge don't know I'm a runaway
like a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back, y'all
No more sittin in the hole chew balls
Now I my bag and grab my gat
And have the Maad Circle put me down on
And lay low a snake in the grass
Change my profile and do with the past
And now I'm paid to be a vocalist
Accordin to the law, I'm wanted on a hit list
Crazy Tunes, Coolio and Gee's the Maad
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?
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 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)