Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

I to know who you are but you still look very nice
So will you to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a
They I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

See, it started off as just a simple conversation I her
The name of my record
(Oh a Sanger)
I said my name's and I'm a rap entertainer

Oh you that guy they talking 'bout when be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring your name up when they talking and say money will ya
I heard a lot how you can't deal with your anger
Heard the rumors how you're in trouble or danger
Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to sir
You do have a to be, you seem like you're nice to me
And like gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?

I the boy the same Hennessey on ice for me
Her drink starts emptying as she's out her life to me
me about her goals and how successful she would like to be
And invite me to a of her life
And she seems so damn but something isn't right to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you to see?"

I'm thinking she be friendly as hell
Giving a soul to me, like an identity sell
We never met is the that my memory tells
Telling me tales like she doesn't Hennessey well

Getting into it, intimate and into details
See, I met you and you showing me your kids
Who said I had any kids? I didn't up no kids
Then who's in this Man, let you show you just who it is

I want to know who you are but you still look very
So you talk to me?
I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel

Umm, I don't remember her but she look like an angel
She wasn't from here, I knew she hang a
Round a part of the hood but hey the gets stranger
'Cause stranger was stranger than I could explain you see

She said she wasn't married but the on her finger
Told me she was langin' and using the uh
Game I use on women so I couldn't even her
Spitting the I spit to 'em when I'm trying to bang her

I bump into this dime, he told me he used to know you
He told me about the loyalty and he used to show you
He said what he said a passion like it was so true
Wouldn't advantage of the fact
That the didn't really know you

There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, show you
She digs in her purse and while she around
I that photo, I'm like, "Oh no there's some trouble in town"
I turn around as these two officers is in now

They walk in suspicious and come and sit down
So close, I can see they barrels of the to the ground
So that they can listen to either of us now
We turn back around and she says no for whispering
Then she tells me

I don't really give a damn listening
Try to make it last a long was my mission
And he kept on tripping and then I got at him
Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never him

I want to know who you are but you still look nice
So will you to me?
Should I tell you a story? I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they don't how I feel

Okay, let's get straight, your man cheated on you and now
You to a perfect stranger like it's making you proud
And the of this conversation she just telling me how
It wasn't her boyfriend in the pic but a smile
She

Pictures can be deceiving she knew he was foul
closer, you'll see a coward who uses a smile's power
Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't it another hour
So she did what she did then she to go take a shower

Damn what do you
(Couldn't tell you I missin' him)
I don't what you're saying, how did you get rid of him?
She dissing him, as I ask her it is she did to him

She stops, ay keep I'm listening
(I don't wanna about the images I'm picturing)
spilling then she tell me
(For and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling
Is that I wanted to him)

Something's wrong here and I just who is the villain
The poison's getting louder, the is getting clearer
The officers is looking at us and I can they can hear her, told me
(It was protection, for it in the stash)

The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it on his ass
Bust it before the blast, she thought she was at least
Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm for time
I gotta go grind, time's putting to
Now I'm and stressing, this girl's got me guessing

That this conversation is two types of evil
And she pulls a picture, it's my damn ex-best friend
How you know him? She told me she was him at his house
movies on Sundays when they be chilling

And that's exactly the day that the came to get him
The feeling was the worst that she could possibly be feeling
Stood up and then I yelled out, "Why in the did you kill him?"
I didn't kill him, I AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy