Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

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

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

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 with your 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 right to be, you seem you're nice to me
And like you're gonna buy me another drink, would you like a seat?

I tell the boy the Hennessey on ice for me
Her drink starts as she's pouring out her life to me
Telling me about her goals and how successful she like to be
And invite me to a session of her
And she seems so damn innocent but something isn't 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 an identity sell
We never met is the story my memory tells
Telling me tales like she 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 bring up no
Then who's in this Man, let you show you just 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? Should I you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel

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

She said she married but the rings on her finger
Told me she was langin' and the same uh
Game I use on 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 me that he used to know you
He me about the loyalty and love he used to show you
He said he said with a passion like it was so true
Wouldn't take advantage of the
That the listeners didn't know you

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

walk in real suspicious and come and sit down
So close, I can see barrels of the guns to the ground
So close that they can listen to 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 last a time 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 still look nice
So you talk to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I you a treat?
think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

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

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

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

She stops, ay keep talkin' I'm
(I don't tell about the images I'm picturing)
Henny then she tell me
(For real and I got the of what I'm feeling
Is that I to kill him)

Something's wrong here and I know who is the villain
The poison's getting louder, the moral is clearer
The is looking at us and I can tell 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
it before the blast, she thought she was free at least
Baby I think you crazy, I'm pressing for time
I go grind, time's putting to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me

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

And that's exactly the day that the 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