Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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 my nerves
Coolin at the pad, herb
Had a show the next day, so I I'd rest
Cause when I throw a show, I like to it my best
Yo, that's when I heard the 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, even 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 don't
the Endo, and sippin on Cisco
I had a feelin that just wouldn't
Bein around too many high made me itch
I the one to wear silk, so I felt like a jerk
I was the only in some jeans and a t-shirt
Fools stearin at me, lookin kinda funny
Big Six on the table takin all the
The was on until the drink got low
when Gee slid me 10 to make a run to the sto'
He wanted me to roll with his named Joe
baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy Pinto
That's I knew right then and there
I had a funny-ass feelin it was in the air
now I'm on the roll with this nigga named Joe
Who [???] with a big-ass afro
Just my luck we got pulled to the
(What happened?) Cocaine in the of the ride
Since I ain't a snitch, I was in the jailhouse
Doin 5 years over I didn't know about
No women, and no more shows
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
Time again you wanna me up
me up, lock 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
2 to 5 for this nigga I don't know
Fools say jail ain't to sweat
But if you ain't got a rep, you gotta claim set
But I don't bang, y'all, so what can I
I'm just a rapper from around the way
But right in my face about a million stood
up gangsigns, representin they neighborhood
Brother named Black who ran the
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 next six I was rappin my ass off
Now here we go, I had the whole
back and forth, and even the wardens
Threw their in the air while I bust a rhyme
But now the line, y'all, was one big showtime
But that's when a riot off
And they me in the box for startin it off
They me for the next 7 months, if I laid low
Then I'd be egible for a
[ ]
[ 3: W.C. ]
Finally I'm out on a
Back on the streets in a Coupe that's sittin low
Yo, to find that the group Low Pro done went solo
Now it's all aobut the Maad
I'm hangin out with and Coolio
out the brown 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 a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back, y'all
No more sittin in the eatin chew balls
Now I pack my bag and my gat
And have the Maad put me down on contract
And lay low like a snake in the
Change my and do away with the past
And now I'm gettin to be a vocalist
to the law, though I'm wanted on a hit list
Crazy Tunes, Coolio and Gee's the Maad
And still to 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
the guy, he's - he 20 years old
You know, he in his
rude, and all that right there, you know
He -
It's like me:
I came in the when I was 22 years old
You know, that's - that's the
You know, now - now I'm 40
You see I'm sayin?
The man bout he want me to do - 20 mo' years)