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 understand how I

See, it off as just 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 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring your name up when they and say money will change ya
I heard a lot how you can't deal with your anger
Heard the rumors how always in trouble or danger
Not gotta you if it's true, there's no need to explain sir
You do have a right to be, you seem like nice to me
And like you're gonna buy me another drink, yeah 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
me about her goals and how successful she would like to be
And me to a session of her life
And she so damn innocent but something isn't right to me
She pulls out her phone, "I got pictures, would you like to see?"

I'm thinking she gotta be friendly as
a soul to me, it's like an identity sell
We never met is the story that my tells
me tales like she doesn't handle Hennessey well

Getting into it, getting intimate and details
See, I just met you and you me your kids
Who I had any kids? 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?
I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat?
They I'm crazy, they don't 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 hood but hey the story stranger
this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see

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

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

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

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

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

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 don't understand how I

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 rest of this she just telling me how
It her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile
She

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

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

She stops, ay talkin' I'm listening
(I don't wanna about the images I'm picturing)
Henny spilling she tell me
(For real and I got the 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 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
Bust it before the blast, she thought she was at least
Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm pressing for
I go grind, time's putting to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, girl's got me guessing

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

And that's the day that the hospital came to get him
The feeling was the feeling that she could possibly be feeling
Stood up and I yelled 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