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 Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, don't understand how I feel

See, it started off as just a conversation I gave her
The name of my company
(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 name up they talking and say money will change ya
I heard a lot about how you deal with your anger
Heard the rumors how you're in trouble or danger
Not gotta judge you if true, there's no need to explain sir
You do have a right to be, you seem like you're to me
And you're gonna buy me another drink, yeah would 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
Telling me about her goals and how she would like to be
And invite me to a of her life
And she seems so damn innocent but isn't right to me
She out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you like to see?"

I'm she gotta be friendly as hell
Giving a soul to me, like an identity sell
We met is the story that my memory tells
Telling me tales like she doesn't handle well

into it, getting intimate and into details
See, I just met you and you showing me kids
Who said I had any kids? I 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 still look very
So you talk to me?
Should I tell you a story? I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they don't how I feel

Umm, I don't remember her name but she like an angel
She wasn't from here, I knew she didn't 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 rings on her
me she was langin' and using the same uh
Game I use on women so I couldn't 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 me about the loyalty and love he used to show you
He said what he with a passion like it was so true
Wouldn't advantage of the fact
That the listeners didn't really you

There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, 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 around as these two officers is coming in now

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

I don't really give a 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 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?
Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a
They think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I

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 telling me how
It wasn't her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar
She

Pictures can be deceiving like she 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 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 talkin' I'm
(I don't wanna tell the images I'm picturing)
Henny spilling then she me
(For and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling
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 clearer
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 she grabbed and she put it right on his ass
Bust it before the blast, she she was free at least
Baby I think you crazy, I'm pressing for time
I gotta go grind, putting to resting
Now I'm and stressing, this girl's got me guessing

this conversation is two types of evil confession
And she pulls a picture, it's my damn ex-best friend
How you know him? She told me she was with him at his
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 then I yelled out, "Why in the did you kill him?"
I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex 'em and that's crazy