Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

I want to know who you are but you still very nice
So will you 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 just a simple conversation I her
The name of my company
(Oh a Sanger)
I said my name's and I'm a rap entertainer

Oh you that guy talking 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring your up when they talking and say money will change ya
I heard a lot about how you can't with your anger
Heard the rumors how you're always in trouble or
Not gotta you if it's true, there's no need to explain 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 tell the boy the Hennessey on ice for me
Her starts emptying as she's pouring out her life to me
Telling me about her and how successful she would like to be
And me to a session of her life
And she seems so damn innocent but isn't right to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you to see?"

I'm thinking she gotta be as hell
Giving a to me, it's like an identity sell
We never met is the story that my memory
Telling me tales like she doesn't handle Hennessey

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

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

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

She said she wasn't married but the rings on her
Told me she was langin' and the same uh
Game I use on women so I couldn't blame her
the game I spit to 'em when I'm trying to bang her

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

There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll you
She digs in her purse and while she fumbles
I find that photo, I'm like, "Oh no there's some 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 barrels of the guns to the ground
So close that can listen to either of us now
We back around and she says no need for whispering
she tells me that

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

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

Okay, let's get this straight, 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 boyfriend in the pic but a familiar
She

Pictures can be deceiving she knew he was foul
Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses a power
Fleeing the smoke strength, stand it another hour
So she did she did then she went to go take a shower

what do you mean?
(Couldn't tell you I missin' him)
I don't understand what you're saying, how did you get rid of
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 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 plastic is what she grabbed and she put it on his ass
Bust it the blast, she thought she was free at least
Baby I you crazy, sorry I'm pressing for time
I gotta go grind, time's to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me

this conversation is two types of evil confession
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
Watching movies on Sundays when be chilling

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