Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all on a Saturday night, yo, I was restin my nerves
Coolin at the pad, smokin
Had a the next day, so I figured I'd rest
Cause when I throw a show, I to give it my best
Yo, that's when I heard the telephone
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 used to dope with him, even went to jail with him
He put me down, ain't no way I could forget him
So now I got coolin at a party
On amp, playin dominos, Bacardi
Sittin at a table with some I don't know
Rollin the Endo, and on Cisco
I had a feelin that wouldn't quit
Bein around too many high rollers made me
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I felt a jerk
I was the only in some jeans and a t-shirt
Fools kept stearin at me, kinda funny
Big Six on the table 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 roll with his homie Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a Pinto
That's I knew right then and there
I had a funny-ass it was trouble in the air
Cause now I'm on the roll this nigga named Joe
Who wore [???] with a big-ass
Just my luck we got pulled to the
(What happened?) Cocaine in the back of the
I ain't a snitch, I was thrown in the jailhouse
Doin 5 over dope I didn't know about
No women, and no more shows
I was out on a furlough
[ ]
Time you wanna lock me up
Lock me up, me up
again you wanna lock me up
A nigga like me, you wanna me up
[ 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the gettin all swoll'
2 to 5 for this nigga I don't know
Fools say jail nothin to sweat
But if you got a rep, you gotta claim your set
But I bang, y'all, so what can I say?
I'm a funky rapper from around the way
But right in my face a million brothers stood
Throwin up gangsigns, they neighborhood
Brother Black who ran the yard
Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you won't a bodyguard"
Don't get me wrong, y'all, I'm far from
But for the next six months I was my ass off
Now here we go, I had the jailhouse
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 jumped off
And threw me in the box for startin it off
They me for the next 7 months, if I laid 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 kinda low
Yo, come to find that the group Low Pro done went
Now all aobut the Maad Circle
I'm out with Tunes and Coolio
Drinkin out the paperbag, dodgin my P.O.
I'm only to be out for one day
But the judge don't that I'm a runaway
Something like a fugitive, but I don't run, I back, y'all
No more sittin in the hole chew balls
Now I pack my bag and my gat
And have the Maad Circle put me down on
And lay low like a snake in the
my profile and do away with the past
And now I'm gettin paid to be a
to the law, though I'm wanted on a hit list
Crazy Tunes, and Gee's the Maad Circle
And to this day, yo, I'm out on a furlough
[ ]
(He's probably twenty-somethin old
And he do 20, probably gon' do 20 years
That's he hollerin about, you know?
Cause the guy, - 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 - the baby
You know, now - now I'm 40
You see what I'm
The man talkin he want me to do - 20 mo' years)