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? Should I you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel

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

Oh you that guy they talking 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 deal with your anger
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 have a to be, you seem like you're nice to me
And you're gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?

I tell the boy the same on ice for me
Her drink starts 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 something right to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, you like to see?"

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

Getting into it, getting intimate and into
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 Man, let you show you just who it is

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 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 here, I knew she didn't hang a
Round a part of the hood but hey the story gets
'Cause this stranger was stranger than I explain you see

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

I bump into this dime, he told me that he to know you
He told me the loyalty and love he used to show you
He said what he said with a like it was so true
take advantage 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 find that photo, I'm like, "Oh no some trouble in town"
I around as these two officers is coming in now

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

I really give a damn whose listening
Try to it last a long time was my mission
And he kept on tripping and then I got at him
Hit 'em with my fist and my were never missing him

I to know who you are but you still look very nice
So will you to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a
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 making you
And the rest of conversation she just telling me how
It her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile
She

Pictures can be like she knew he was foul
Look closer, see a coward who uses a smile's power
Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't 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 what 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 I'm listening
(I don't wanna tell about the I'm picturing)
Henny spilling she tell me
(For real and I got the feeling of what I'm
Is that I to kill him)

Something's wrong here and I just who is the villain
The poison's getting louder, the moral is getting
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 and she put it right on his ass
Bust it 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, girl's got me guessing

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

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