Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

If y'all think I'm goin 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 day, so I figured I'd rest
when I throw a show, I like to give it my best
Yo, that's when I heard the telephone
It was my homie named Gee, big from around the way
he had a party and he wanted me to come
And I couldn't front, cause I owed him one
See, Gee was a homie from a time ago
When I was young, he to let me get the rag 6-4
I used to sell dope with him, even went to with him
He put me down, no way I could forget about him
So now I got myself at a party
On amp, dominos, drinkin Bacardi
Sittin at a with some fools I don't know
the Endo, and sippin on Cisco
I had a feelin that just wouldn't
around too many high rollers made me itch
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I 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 table all the money
The was on until the drink got low
when Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto'
He wanted me to roll his homie named Joe
baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy Pinto
That's I knew right then and there
I had a feelin it was trouble in the air
Cause now I'm on the roll this nigga named Joe
Who wore [???] a big-ass afro
my luck we got pulled to the side
(What happened?) Cocaine in the of the ride
Since I ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the
Doin 5 over dope I didn't know about
No more women, and no shows
Wish I was out on a
[ ]
Time again you lock me up
me up, lock me up
Time you wanna 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
say jail 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 what can I
I'm just a funky from around the way
But right in my face about a million brothers
Throwin up gangsigns, representin neighborhood
Brother Black who ran the yard
Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you won't 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 here we go, I had the jailhouse
Rockin back and forth, and the wardens
Threw hands in the air while I bust a rhyme
But now the chow line, y'all, was one big
But that's a riot jumped off
And threw me in the box for startin it off
They told me for the next 7 months, if I low
I'd be egible for a furlough
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[ 3: W.C. ]
I'm out on a furlough
Back on the streets in a Coupe that's kinda low
Yo, to find that the group Low Pro done went solo
Now all aobut the Maad Circle
I'm out with 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 know I'm a runaway
like a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back, y'all
No sittin in the hole eatin chew balls
Now I pack my bag and my gat
And have the Maad Circle put me on contract
And lay low like a snake in the
Change my profile and do away the past
And now I'm gettin to be a vocalist
Accordin to the law, I'm wanted on a hit list
Tunes, Coolio and Gee's the Maad Circle
And still to day, yo, I'm out on a furlough
[ ]
(He's twenty-somethin years old
And he gon' do 20, probably do 20 years
what 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 -
It's like me:
I came in the penitentiary when I was 22 old
You know, - that's the baby
You know, now - now I'm 40
You see I'm sayin?
The man bout he want me to do - 20 mo' years)