Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

I to know who you are but you still look very nice
So you talk to me?
Should I tell you a story? I tell you a treat?
They I'm crazy, they don't understand 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 Chamillionaire and I'm a rap

Oh you guy they talking 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring your name up when they talking and say money will ya
I heard a lot about how you can't deal with your
Heard the rumors how 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 like gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?

I the boy the same Hennessey on ice for me
Her drink starts emptying as she's pouring out her to me
Telling me about her goals and how successful she like to be
And me to a session of her life
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 thinking she gotta be as hell
Giving a soul to me, it's like an identity
We never met is the story my memory tells
Telling me tales she doesn't handle Hennessey well

Getting into it, getting intimate and into
See, I just met you and you showing me your
Who said I had any I didn't bring up no kids
Then who's in picture? Man, let you show you just who it is

I want to know who you are but you still very 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 understand how I

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

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

I bump into dime, he told me that he used to know you
He told me about the loyalty and love he 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 really you

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

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

I really give a damn whose listening
Try to make it a long time was my mission
And he on tripping and then I got pissed 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 Should I tell you a treat?
think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

Okay, let's get this straight, man cheated on you and now
You talking to a perfect stranger like making you proud
And the rest of this conversation she just 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, couldn't it another hour
So she did what she did then she to go take a shower

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

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

The is what she grabbed and she put it right 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

this conversation is two types of evil confession
And she pulls a clearer picture, it's my damn ex-best
How you him? She told 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 worst feeling that she possibly be feeling
Stood up and then I yelled out, "Why in the hell did you him?"
I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's