Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

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

See, it started off as just a simple conversation I 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 change ya
I a lot about how you can't deal with your anger
the rumors how you're always in trouble or danger
Not gotta you if it's true, there's no need to explain sir
You do have a to be, you seem like you're nice to me
And like you're gonna buy me another drink, would you like a seat?

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

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

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

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

Umm, I don't 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 gets stranger
'Cause this was stranger than I could explain you see

She said she wasn't married but the rings on her
Told me she was langin' and the same 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 into this dime, he told me he used to know you
He told me about the and love he used to show you
He said he said with a passion like it was so true
take advantage of the fact
That the didn't really know you

pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll 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 around as these two is coming in now

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

I really give a damn whose listening
Try to it last a long time was my mission
And he kept on tripping and I got pissed at him
Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never him

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

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

Pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was
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 to go take a shower

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

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

The is what 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, sorry I'm pressing for
I go grind, time's 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 clearer picture, it's my ex-best 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 came to get him
The was the worst 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