Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

If think 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 the next day, so I figured I'd rest
Cause when I throw a show, I like to give it my
Yo, that's when I the telephone ring
It was my homie named Gee, big from around the way
he had a party and he wanted me to come
And I even front, cause I owed him one
See, Gee was a homie from a 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, no way I could forget about him
So now I got myself at a party
On amp, playin dominos, drinkin
Sittin at a table with some fools I don't
the Endo, and sippin on Cisco
I had a that just wouldn't quit
Bein around too many rollers made me itch
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I felt like a
Cause I was the only in some jeans and a
Fools kept at me, lookin kinda funny
Big Six on the takin all the money
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
when I knew right then and there
I had a funny-ass feelin it was in the air
Cause now I'm on the roll with nigga named 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 I didn't know about
No more women, and no shows
Wish I was out on a
[ ]
Time again you wanna me up
Lock me up, me up
Time again you lock me up
A nigga like me, you lock me up
[ 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the jailhouse gettin all
Doin 2 to 5 for this nigga I know
Fools say jail ain't nothin to
But if you ain't got a rep, you claim your set
But I bang, y'all, so what can I say?
I'm a funky rapper from around the way
But right in my face about a 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 back and forth, and even the
Threw their hands in the air while I a rhyme
But now the line, y'all, was one big showtime
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
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 kinda low
Yo, to find that the group Low Pro done went solo
Now it's all the Maad Circle
I'm hangin out Tunes and Coolio
out the brown paperbag, dodgin my P.O.
I'm 'posed to be out for one day
But the judge don't that I'm a runaway
Something like a fugitive, but I don't run, I back, y'all
No more in the hole eatin chew balls
Now I my bag and grab my gat
And have the Maad Circle put me down on
And lay low a snake in the grass
Change my profile and do away with the
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 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 he hollerin about, you know?
Cause the guy, - he 20 years old
You know, he in his
rude, and all that right there, you know
He -
just 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 talkin bout he me to do - 20 mo' years)