Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was my nerves
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 give it my
Yo, that's when I heard the telephone
It was my homie named Gee, big from around the way
Said he had a party and he me to come
And I couldn't even front, 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 went to with him
He put me down, ain't no way I could about him
So now I got myself coolin at a
On amp, dominos, drinkin Bacardi
Sittin at a table with some fools I don't
Rollin the Endo, and on Cisco
I had a feelin that just quit
Bein around too many rollers made me itch
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I felt a jerk
I was the only in some jeans and a t-shirt
Fools kept at me, lookin kinda funny
Big Six on the takin all the money
The party was on until the got low
when Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto'
He wanted me to with his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a Pinto
That's when I knew right then and
I had a feelin it was trouble in the air
Cause now I'm on the with this nigga named Joe
Who [???] with a big-ass afro
my luck we got pulled to the side
(What happened?) in the back of the ride
Since I ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the
Doin 5 years over 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 like me, you wanna lock me up
[ 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the gettin 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 gotta claim 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, 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
Rockin 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 that's when a riot off
And they threw me in the box for it off
They told me for the 7 months, if I laid low
Then I'd be egible for a
[ ]
[ 3: W.C. ]
I'm out on a furlough
Back on the streets in a Coupe that's kinda low
Yo, come to find that the Low Pro done went solo
Now all aobut the Maad Circle
I'm hangin out Tunes and Coolio
out the brown paperbag, dodgin my P.O.
I'm only to be out for one day
But the judge don't that I'm a runaway
Something like a fugitive, but I run, I bust back, y'all
No more 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
Change my profile and do away with the
And now I'm gettin paid to be a
Accordin to the law, though I'm on a hit list
Crazy Tunes, Coolio and Gee's the 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 about, you know?
Cause the guy, he's - he 20 old
You know, he in his
rude, and all that right there, you know
He -
It's like me:
I came in the penitentiary when I was 22 old
You know, that's - that's the
You know, now - now I'm 40
You see what I'm
The man bout he want me to do - 20 mo' years)