Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

I want to know who you are but you still very nice
So will you 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 name of my record
(Oh a Sanger)
I said my Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer

Oh you that guy talking 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring your name up when they talking and say money will ya
I a lot about how you can't deal with your anger
Heard the rumors how you're in trouble or danger
Not judge you if it's true, there's no need 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 the boy the same Hennessey on ice for me
Her drink starts emptying as she's out her life to me
me about her goals and how successful she would like 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 phone, "I got pictures, would you like to see?"

I'm she gotta be friendly as hell
a soul to me, it's like an identity sell
We met is the story that my memory tells
Telling me tales like she handle Hennessey 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 picture? Man, let you show you just who it is

I to know who you are but you still look very nice
So will you to me?
Should I you a story? Should 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 look an angel
She wasn't here, I knew she didn't hang a
Round a of the hood but hey the story gets stranger
this stranger was stranger 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
I use on women so I couldn't even blame her
Spitting the game I spit to 'em I'm trying to bang her

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

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

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

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

I to know who you are but you still look very nice
So you talk to me?
Should I you a story? Should I tell you a treat?
think I'm crazy, they don't 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 her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile
She

Pictures can be deceiving like she he was foul
closer, you'll see a coward who uses a smile's power
Fleeing the smoke strength, stand it another hour
So she did what she did then she went to go a shower

Damn what do you
(Couldn't you that I missin' him)
I don't understand what you're saying, how did you get rid of
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 the images I'm picturing)
Henny spilling she tell me
(For real and I got the of what I'm feeling
Is that I wanted to him)

Something's wrong here and I know who is the villain
The poison's getting louder, the is getting clearer
The officers is looking at us and I can 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 before the blast, she thought she was at least
Baby I think you crazy, I'm pressing for time
I gotta go grind, time's putting to
Now I'm sweating and stressing, this got me guessing

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

And that's exactly the day that the came to get him
The feeling was the worst feeling she could possibly be feeling
Stood up and 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