Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

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 don't how I feel

See, it started off as just a simple I gave her
The name of my 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 talking and say money will change ya
I heard a lot about how you can't deal your anger
the rumors how you're always in trouble or danger
Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to sir
You do a right to be, you seem like you're nice to me
And like you're gonna buy me 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
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 but something isn't right to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you to see?"

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

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

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

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

She said she wasn't but the rings on her finger
Told me she was and using the same uh
Game I use on women so I even blame her
the game 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 the loyalty and love he used to show you
He said what he said with a like it was so true
Wouldn't advantage of the fact
the listeners didn't really know you

There's in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll 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 turn around as two officers is coming in now

They in real suspicious and come and sit down
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
she tells me that

I really give a damn whose listening
Try to make it last a long was my mission
And he kept on tripping and then I got 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 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 stranger like it's making you
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 like she knew he was
Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses a power
Fleeing the smoke strength, stand it another hour
So she did what she did then she to go take a shower

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

wrong 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 they can hear her, me
(It was protection, for it in the stash)

The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it on his ass
Bust it before the blast, she thought she was free at
Baby I think you crazy, I'm pressing for time
I go grind, time's putting to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, girl's got me guessing

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

And that's exactly the day that the hospital to get him
The feeling was the worst that 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