Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a night, yo, I was restin my nerves
Coolin at the pad, herb
Had a the next day, so I figured I'd rest
when I throw a show, I like to give it my best
Yo, when I heard the telephone ring
It was my homie named Gee, big baller from the way
Said he had a party and he wanted me to
And I couldn't even front, cause I him one
See, Gee was a homie a long time ago
When I was young, he to let me get the rag 6-4
I used to sell with him, even went 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, dominos, drinkin Bacardi
Sittin at a table with fools I don't know
Rollin the Endo, and sippin on
I had a that just wouldn't quit
Bein around too many high made me itch
I ain't the one to silk, so I felt like a jerk
Cause I was the only in some jeans and a
kept stearin at me, lookin kinda funny
Big Six on the takin 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 with his homie named Joe
baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy Pinto
That's when I knew right and there
I had a funny-ass feelin it was in the air
Cause now I'm on the roll with this nigga Joe
Who wore [???] with a afro
Just my we got pulled to the side
(What happened?) Cocaine in the back of the
I ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the jailhouse
Doin 5 years over dope I didn't know
No more women, and no more
I was out on a furlough
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Time again you lock me up
Lock me up, me up
Time again you wanna 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 claim set
But I bang, y'all, so what can I say?
I'm just a funky from around the way
But right in my face a million brothers stood
up gangsigns, representin they neighborhood
Brother named Black who ran the
Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you need a bodyguard"
Don't get me wrong, y'all, I'm far from
But for the next six months I was my ass off
Now here we go, I had the whole
Rockin back and forth, and 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 a riot jumped off
And they threw me in the box for it off
They me for the next 7 months, if I laid low
Then I'd be for a furlough
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[ 3: W.C. ]
Finally I'm out on a
on the streets in a Coupe that's sittin kinda low
Yo, come to find that the group Low Pro done solo
Now it's all aobut the Maad
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 don't know that 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 my bag and grab my gat
And have the Maad Circle put me on contract
And lay low like a in the grass
Change my and do away with the past
And now I'm gettin paid to be a
Accordin to the law, I'm wanted on a hit list
Crazy Tunes, Coolio and the Maad Circle
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
That's what he hollerin about, you
the guy, he's - he 20 years old
You know, he in his
He's rude, and all right there, you know
He -
It's just 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 bout he me to do - 20 mo' years)