Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

* car up *
Hey
Any of you guys seen Willie
Wille who,
you talkin bout?
Calloway, Calloway
this fool talkin 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
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 I heard the telephone ring
It was my homie named Gee, big from around the way
Said he had a party and he wanted me to
And I even front, cause I owed him one
See, Gee was a homie from a long ago
I was young, he used to let me get the rag 6-4
I used to sell dope with him, went to jail 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 table with some fools I don't
Rollin the Endo, and on Cisco
I had a feelin that just quit
Bein around too many high rollers me itch
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I like a jerk
I was the only in some jeans and a t-shirt
Fools kept stearin at me, lookin funny
Big Six on the takin all the money
The was on until the drink got low
That's Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto'
He me to roll with his homie named Joe
baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy Pinto
That's when I knew right then and
I had a funny-ass it was trouble in the air
Cause now I'm on the roll with nigga named Joe
Who wore with a big-ass afro
Just my we got pulled to the side
(What happened?) Cocaine in the of the ride
Since I a snitch, I was thrown in the jailhouse
5 years over dope I didn't know about
No women, and no more shows
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
again you wanna lock me up
Lock me up, me up
Time again you wanna me up
A nigga like me, you wanna me up
[ 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the jailhouse gettin all
Doin 2 to 5 for nigga I don't know
say jail ain't nothin to sweat
But if you got a rep, you gotta claim your set
But I bang, y'all, so what can I say?
I'm just a funky rapper around the way
But right in my about a million brothers stood
Throwin up gangsigns, representin neighborhood
Brother named who ran the yard
Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you need a bodyguard"
get me wrong, y'all, I'm far from soft
But for the six months I was rappin my ass off
Now here we go, I had the whole
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 when a riot jumped off
And threw me in the box for startin it off
told me for the next 7 months, if I laid low
Then I'd be for a furlough
[ ]
[ 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 solo
Now it's all the Maad Circle
I'm hangin out with and Coolio
out the brown paperbag, dodgin my P.O.
I'm only to be out for one day
But the don't know that I'm a runaway
Something like a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back,
No more sittin in the hole chew balls
Now I pack my bag and my gat
And have the Maad put me down on contract
And lay low like a in the grass
Change my profile and do 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 day, yo, I'm out on a furlough
[ ]
(He's twenty-somethin years 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 right there, you
He -
It's just 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 what I'm
The man talkin he want me to do - 20 mo' years)