Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

* car up *
Hey
Any of you guys seen Calloway?
who, man?
What you talkin
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
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 give it my
Yo, that's when I heard the ring
It was my homie named Gee, big from around the way
he had a party and he wanted me to come
And I couldn't even front, 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, ain't no way I could about him
So now I got myself coolin at a
On amp, playin dominos, drinkin
Sittin at a table some fools I don't know
the Endo, and sippin on Cisco
I had a feelin just wouldn't quit
Bein too many high rollers made me itch
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I felt a jerk
Cause I was the in some jeans and a t-shirt
Fools kept stearin at me, lookin kinda
Big Six on the table all the money
The party was on until the got low
That's Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto'
He me to roll with his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who a raggedy Pinto
That's when I knew right then and
I had a feelin it was trouble in the air
now I'm on the roll with this nigga named Joe
Who wore [???] with a big-ass
Just my luck we got pulled to the
(What happened?) in the back of the ride
I ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the jailhouse
Doin 5 years over dope I know about
No more women, and no shows
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
Time again you lock me up
Lock me up, 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 gettin all swoll'
Doin 2 to 5 for this nigga I know
Fools say jail ain't to sweat
But if you ain't got a rep, you gotta your set
But I don't bang, y'all, so can I say?
I'm just a funky rapper from the way
But right in my face about a million brothers
up gangsigns, representin they neighborhood
Brother Black who ran the yard
Told me, "Bust a 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 we go, I had the whole jailhouse
back and forth, and even 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 when a 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
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[ 3: W.C. ]
I'm out on a furlough
Back on the streets in a Coupe sittin kinda low
Yo, come to find that the Low Pro done went solo
Now it's all aobut the Circle
I'm hangin out Tunes and Coolio
Drinkin out the brown paperbag, 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 more sittin in the hole eatin balls
Now I my bag and grab my gat
And have the Maad put me down on contract
And lay low a snake in the grass
Change my profile and do away with the
And now I'm paid to be a vocalist
to the law, though I'm wanted on a hit list
Crazy Tunes, and Gee's 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
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 right there, you
He -
just 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)