Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

I want to know who you are but you still look nice
So you talk to me?
Should I tell you a Should I tell you a treat?
They I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

See, it started off as a simple 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 'bout 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 can't with your anger
Heard the rumors how you're always in or danger
Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no to explain sir
You do have a right to be, you like you're nice to me
And like gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?

I tell the boy the same on ice for me
Her drink starts emptying as she's out her life to me
Telling me about her goals and how successful she would to be
And invite me to a of her life
And she seems so damn innocent but something isn't to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, you like to see?"

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

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

I want to 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 understand how I

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

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

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

There's pictures in my pocketbook, got it, I'll show you
She digs in her purse and 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

They walk in real suspicious and and sit down
So close, I can see they of the guns to the ground
So close that they can listen to 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 last a time was my mission
And he kept on tripping and 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 still look nice
So you talk to me?
Should I tell you a Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel

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

Pictures can be deceiving she knew he was foul
Look closer, you'll see a coward who a smile's power
Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it another
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 dissing him, as I ask her it is she did to him

She stops, ay keep I'm listening
(I don't wanna about the images I'm picturing)
spilling then she tell me
(For and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling
Is that I wanted to him)

Something's here and I know just who is the villain
The getting 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 plastic is 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, sorry I'm pressing for
I gotta go grind, time's putting to
Now I'm sweating and stressing, girl's got me guessing

That this conversation is two types of confession
And she pulls a clearer picture, it's my damn friend
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 hospital to get him
The feeling was the worst feeling that she could be feeling
Stood up and I yelled out, "Why in the hell did you kill him?"
I didn't kill him, I AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy