Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

I want to know who you are but you still look nice
So will you to me?
Should I tell you a Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they 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 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring your name up when they and say money will change ya
I heard a lot about how you can't deal with your
Heard the how you're always in trouble or danger
Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no to explain sir
You do a right to be, you seem like you're nice to me
And like you're gonna buy me drink, yeah would you like a seat?

I the boy the same Hennessey on ice for me
Her drink emptying as she's pouring out her life to me
Telling me about her 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 she gotta be friendly as hell
Giving a to me, it's like an identity sell
We never met is the story my memory tells
Telling me tales like she doesn't handle Hennessey

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
who's in this picture? Man, let you show you just who it is

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

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

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

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

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

They in real suspicious and come and sit down
So close, I can see they barrels of the 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 don't really give a damn whose
Try to make it last a long was my mission
And he kept on tripping and then I got at him
Hit 'em my fist and my punches were never missing him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And exactly the day that the hospital came to get him
The feeling was the 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 with 'em and crazy