Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

If y'all think I'm back 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 the next day, so I figured I'd rest
Cause when I throw a show, I like to it my best
Yo, that's when I the telephone ring
It was my homie named Gee, big baller 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 a long time ago
I was young, he used to let me get the rag 6-4
I to sell dope with him, even went to jail with him
He put me down, ain't no way I forget about him
So now I got coolin at a party
On amp, dominos, drinkin Bacardi
Sittin at a table with some fools I know
the Endo, and sippin on Cisco
I had a that just wouldn't quit
Bein around too many high rollers me itch
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I felt a jerk
Cause I was the only in some jeans and a
Fools stearin at me, lookin kinda funny
Big Six on the table takin all the
The was on until the drink got low
That's Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto'
He wanted me to roll his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who a raggedy Pinto
when I knew right then and there
I had a funny-ass it was trouble in the air
now I'm on the roll with this nigga named Joe
Who wore [???] a big-ass afro
my luck we got pulled to the side
(What happened?) Cocaine in the back of the
Since I a snitch, I was thrown in the jailhouse
Doin 5 years over dope I didn't 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 like me, you wanna lock me up
[ 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the jailhouse gettin all
Doin 2 to 5 for this nigga I don't
Fools say jail ain't to sweat
But if you ain't got a rep, you claim your set
But I bang, y'all, so what can I say?
I'm just a rapper from around the way
But right in my face a million brothers stood
Throwin up gangsigns, representin neighborhood
Brother named Black who ran the
Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you won't a bodyguard"
get me wrong, y'all, I'm far from soft
But for the next six months I was my ass off
Now we go, I had the whole jailhouse
back and forth, and even the wardens
Threw their hands in the air I bust a rhyme
But now the line, y'all, was one big showtime
But when 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
Then I'd be for a furlough
[ ]
[ 3: W.C. ]
Finally I'm out on a
Back on the streets in a Coupe that's sittin low
Yo, come to find that the group Low Pro done went
Now it's all aobut the Circle
I'm out with Tunes and Coolio
out the brown paperbag, dodgin my P.O.
I'm only to be out for one day
But the judge don't know that I'm a
Something like a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back,
No sittin in the hole eatin chew balls
Now I my bag and grab my gat
And have the Circle 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, though I'm wanted on a hit
Crazy Tunes, Coolio and Gee's the Circle
And to this day, yo, I'm out on a furlough
[ ]
(He's probably years old
And he gon' do 20, gon' 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 what I'm
The man talkin bout he me to do - 20 mo' years)