Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was my nerves
Coolin at the pad, smokin
Had a show the next day, so I I'd rest
Cause I throw a show, I like to give it my best
Yo, that's when I the telephone ring
It was my homie named Gee, big baller 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 to jail with him
He put me down, no way I could forget about him
So now I got myself coolin at a
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 just wouldn't
Bein around too many high rollers me itch
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I felt a jerk
Cause I was the in some jeans and a t-shirt
Fools kept at me, lookin kinda 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 me to roll with his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a Pinto
That's when I knew 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
Just my we got pulled to the side
(What happened?) Cocaine in the back of the
Since I ain't a snitch, I was in the jailhouse
Doin 5 years over dope I know about
No more women, and no more
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
Time again you wanna me up
me up, lock 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 gettin all swoll'
2 to 5 for this nigga I don't know
Fools say ain't nothin 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 a funky rapper from around the way
But right in my face about a brothers stood
up gangsigns, representin 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 soft
But for the six months I was rappin my ass off
Now here we go, I had the jailhouse
back and forth, and even the wardens
Threw their in the air while 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
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 aobut the Circle
I'm hangin out with and Coolio
Drinkin out the paperbag, dodgin my P.O.
I'm only 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 hole chew balls
Now I my bag and grab my gat
And have the Circle put me down on contract
And lay low like a snake in the
Change my and do away with the past
And now I'm gettin to be a vocalist
Accordin to the law, though I'm on a hit list
Crazy Tunes, Coolio and the Maad Circle
And still to day, yo, I'm out on a furlough
[ ]
(He's probably twenty-somethin old
And he gon' do 20, probably gon' do 20
That's he hollerin 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 -
just like 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 what I'm
The man bout he want me to do - 20 mo' years)