Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was restin my
Coolin at the pad, smokin
Had a the next day, so I figured I'd rest
Cause I throw a show, I like to give it my best
Yo, that's when I heard the ring
It was my homie named Gee, big baller around the way
Said he had a party and he me to come
And I couldn't even front, 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 to jail with him
He put me down, no way I could forget about him
So now I got myself coolin at a
On amp, dominos, drinkin Bacardi
Sittin at a table with some I don't know
Rollin the Endo, and sippin on
I had a that just wouldn't quit
Bein around too high rollers made me itch
I ain't the one to silk, so I felt like a jerk
Cause I was the in some jeans and a t-shirt
Fools kept stearin at me, kinda funny
Big Six on the table takin all the
The was on until the drink got low
That's when Gee me 10 to make a run to the sto'
He wanted me to roll with his named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy
That's when I knew right and there
I had a funny-ass it was trouble in the air
Cause now I'm on the with this nigga named Joe
Who wore with a big-ass afro
Just my we got pulled to the side
(What happened?) in the back of the ride
Since I ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the
Doin 5 years dope I didn't know about
No women, and no more shows
Wish I was out on a
[ ]
Time you wanna lock me up
me up, lock me up
Time again you wanna 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 don't
Fools say jail ain't nothin to
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 rapper from around the way
But right in my face about a million brothers
up gangsigns, representin they neighborhood
Brother named who ran the yard
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 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 that's when a riot off
And they threw me in the box for it off
They told me for the next 7 months, if I low
I'd be egible for a furlough
[ ]
[ 3: W.C. ]
I'm out on a furlough
Back on the streets in a that's sittin kinda low
Yo, come to find that the group Low Pro done solo
Now all aobut the Maad Circle
I'm hangin out with and Coolio
Drinkin out the paperbag, dodgin my P.O.
I'm 'posed 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 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 in the grass
Change my profile and do away the past
And now I'm gettin paid to be a
Accordin to the law, though I'm on a hit list
Crazy Tunes, Coolio and Gee's the Circle
And to this day, yo, I'm out on a furlough
[ ]
(He's twenty-somethin years old
And he gon' do 20, gon' do 20 years
That's what he hollerin about, you
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 - that's the
You know, now - now I'm 40
You see I'm sayin?
The man talkin he want me to do - 20 mo' years)