Luyện nghe bài hát Out On A Furlough

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

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

[ 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a night, yo, I was restin my nerves
Coolin at the pad, herb
Had a show the next day, so I figured I'd
Cause when I throw a show, I like to it my best
Yo, that's when I heard the telephone
It was my homie named Gee, big from around the way
Said he had a and he wanted me to come
And I even front, cause I owed him one
See, Gee was a from a long 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, ain't no way I could forget him
So now I got myself at a party
On amp, playin dominos, Bacardi
Sittin at a table with some fools I know
Rollin the Endo, and on Cisco
I had a that just wouldn't quit
Bein around too many high made me itch
I ain't the one to wear silk, so I felt like a
I was the only in some jeans and a t-shirt
Fools kept stearin at me, lookin kinda
Big Six on the table takin all the
The party was on until the 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 raggedy
That's when I knew right then and
I had a funny-ass it was trouble in the air
Cause now I'm on the roll with this named Joe
Who wore 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 dope I didn't know
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 jailhouse gettin all
Doin 2 to 5 for this I don't know
Fools say jail ain't nothin to
But if you got a rep, you gotta claim your 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 brothers
Throwin up gangsigns, representin neighborhood
named Black who ran the yard
Told me, "Bust a funky rap, and you need a bodyguard"
Don't get me wrong, y'all, I'm far soft
But for the next six I was rappin my ass off
Now we go, I had the whole jailhouse
Rockin and forth, and even the wardens
their hands in the air while I bust a rhyme
But now the chow line, y'all, was one big
But that's a riot jumped off
And they me in the box for startin it off
They told me for the 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 that's sittin kinda low
Yo, come to find that the group Low Pro done solo
Now it's all aobut the Circle
I'm out with 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 that I'm a runaway
Something like a fugitive, but I don't run, I bust back,
No more sittin in the eatin chew balls
Now I pack my bag and my gat
And have the Maad Circle put me down on
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
to the law, though I'm wanted 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, probably do 20 years
That's what he hollerin about, you
Cause the guy, - he 20 years old
You know, he in his
He's rude, and all right there, you know
He -
just like 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 he want me to do - 20 mo' years)