Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a night, yo, I was restin my nerves
at the pad, smokin herb
Had a show the 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 named Gee, big baller from around the way
he had a party and he wanted me to come
And I couldn't 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 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
at a table with some fools I don't know
Rollin the Endo, and 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 at me, lookin kinda funny
Big Six on the takin all the money
The party was on the drink got low
That's Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto'
He wanted me to with his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who a raggedy Pinto
That's when I knew then and there
I had a funny-ass it was trouble in the air
Cause now I'm on the roll with this nigga Joe
Who wore [???] with a big-ass
Just my we got pulled to the side
(What happened?) Cocaine in the of the ride
Since I ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the
Doin 5 years over dope I didn't about
No more women, and no more
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 all swoll'
Doin 2 to 5 for this I don't know
Fools say jail nothin to sweat
But if you got a rep, you gotta claim your set
But I don't bang, y'all, so can I say?
I'm just a rapper from around the way
But right in my face about a million brothers
Throwin up gangsigns, representin neighborhood
Brother Black who ran the yard
Told me, "Bust a rap, and you won't 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 we go, I had the whole jailhouse
back and forth, and even the wardens
Threw their hands in the air while I bust a
But now the line, y'all, was one big showtime
But that's when a riot off
And they threw me in the box for 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 streets in a Coupe sittin kinda low
Yo, come to find that the group Low Pro done went
Now it's all aobut the Circle
I'm hangin out Tunes and Coolio
Drinkin out the 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 run, I bust back, y'all
No sittin in the hole eatin chew balls
Now I pack my bag and my gat
And the Maad Circle put me down on contract
And lay low like a in the grass
Change my profile and do away the past
And now I'm gettin to be a vocalist
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 probably twenty-somethin old
And he gon' do 20, probably 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 right there, you know
He -
It's just me:
I came in the penitentiary I was 22 years 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)