Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

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 don't how I feel

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

Oh you that guy they talking 'bout 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 deal with anger
Heard the rumors how you're always in trouble or
Not gotta judge you if true, there's no need to explain sir
You do have a to be, you seem like you're nice to me
And like you're gonna buy me another drink, would you like a seat?

I tell the boy the same on ice for me
Her starts emptying 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 session of her
And she seems so damn innocent but something right to me
She pulls out her phone, "I got pictures, would you like to see?"

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

Getting it, getting intimate and into details
See, I just met you and you showing me kids
Who I had any kids? I didn't bring up no kids
Then in this picture? 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, 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 didn't a
Round a part of the but hey the story gets stranger
'Cause this stranger was than I could explain you see

She said she wasn't married but the on her finger
Told me she was langin' and the same uh
Game I use on women so I even blame her
the game I spit 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 what he said a passion like it was so true
Wouldn't take of the fact
the listeners didn't really know you

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

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

I really give a damn whose listening
Try to make it last a long was my mission
And he on tripping and then I got pissed 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 you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel

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

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

Damn do you mean?
(Couldn't tell you I missin' him)
I don't understand 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 talkin' I'm
(I don't wanna tell about the I'm picturing)
Henny then she tell me
(For real and I got the of what I'm feeling
Is I wanted to kill him)

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

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

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

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