Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

I want to who you are but you still look very nice
So you talk to me?
I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel

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

Oh you that guy they talking 'bout 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 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 you're gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a

I tell the boy the Hennessey on ice for me
Her drink starts emptying as pouring out her life 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 right to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you to see?"

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

Getting into it, getting intimate and details
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 look nice
So will you to me?
Should I tell you a Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel

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

She said she wasn't 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 game I spit to 'em I'm trying to bang her

I bump into this dime, he told me that he used to 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
take advantage of the fact
That the listeners didn't really you

There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll you
She digs in her purse and while she fumbles
I find photo, I'm like, "Oh no there's some trouble in town"
I turn 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 close that they can listen to of us now
We turn back around and she no need for whispering
she tells me that

I don't really give a damn whose
Try to make it last a long time was my
And he kept on tripping and then I got at him
Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never him

I want to 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 think I'm crazy, don't understand how I feel

Okay, let's get straight, your man cheated on you and now
You talking to a perfect stranger like it's you proud
And the rest of 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 uses a smile's
Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it hour
So she did she did then she went to go take a shower

Damn what do you
(Couldn't tell you I missin' him)
I understand 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 talkin' I'm listening
(I wanna tell about the images I'm picturing)
Henny then she tell me
(For and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling
Is I wanted to kill him)

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

The plastic is she grabbed 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 pressing for
I gotta go grind, time's to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, girl's got me guessing

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