Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all on a Saturday night, yo, I was restin my nerves
Coolin at the pad, herb
Had a show the next day, so I figured I'd
Cause when I throw a show, I to give it my best
Yo, that's when I the telephone ring
It was my named Gee, big baller 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 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 coolin at a
On amp, playin dominos, Bacardi
Sittin at a table some fools I don't know
Rollin the Endo, and on Cisco
I had a feelin that just wouldn't
Bein around too many high made me itch
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I like a jerk
Cause I was the only in jeans and a t-shirt
Fools kept stearin at me, lookin kinda
Big Six on the table 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 homie Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy
when I knew right then and there
I had a funny-ass feelin it was in the air
Cause now I'm on the with this nigga named Joe
Who wore [???] with a afro
Just my luck we got to the side
(What happened?) in the back of the ride
Since I ain't a snitch, I was in the jailhouse
Doin 5 years over dope I know about
No more women, and no shows
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
again you wanna lock me up
Lock me up, me up
Time again you lock me up
A nigga me, you wanna 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 gotta your set
But I bang, y'all, so what can I say?
I'm just a funky rapper from the way
But right in my face about a million stood
Throwin up gangsigns, they neighborhood
Brother named Black who ran the
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 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 hands in the air while I a rhyme
But now the chow line, y'all, was one big
But that's when a riot 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
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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 done went
Now it's all the Maad Circle
I'm hangin out Tunes and Coolio
Drinkin out the brown paperbag, my P.O.
I'm 'posed to be out for one day
But the judge don't that I'm a runaway
Something a fugitive, but I don't 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 snake in the
Change my profile and do away with the
And now I'm paid to be a vocalist
Accordin to the law, though I'm 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 probably twenty-somethin old
And he gon' do 20, probably gon' do 20
what he hollerin about, you know?
Cause the guy, - he 20 years old
You know, he in his
He's rude, and all that there, you know
He -
It's like me:
I came in the 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 he want me to do - 20 mo' years)