Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

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

See, it started off as a simple conversation I gave 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 up when they talking and say money will change ya
I heard a lot how you can't deal with your anger
the rumors how you're always in trouble or danger
Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to sir
You do a right to be, you seem like you're nice to me
And like you're buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?

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

I'm she gotta be friendly as hell
Giving a soul to me, it's like an sell
We never met is the story my memory tells
Telling me like she doesn't handle Hennessey well

Getting it, getting intimate and into details
See, I just met you and you showing me your
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 nice
So will you to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I you a treat?
think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

Umm, I remember her name 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 story stranger
'Cause this stranger was stranger than I could you see

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

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

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

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

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

I want to know who you are but you 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

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

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

Damn what do you
(Couldn't tell you that I him)
I understand 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 tell 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 to kill him)

Something's wrong and I know just who is the villain
The poison's getting louder, the moral is 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 is what she grabbed and she put it right on his ass
Bust it before the blast, she she was free at least
Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm for time
I gotta go grind, putting to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, this got me guessing

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

And that's exactly the day the hospital came to get him
The feeling was the worst feeling that she possibly be feeling
Stood up and then I yelled out, "Why in the hell did you him?"
I kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy