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 story? Should I tell you a
They I'm crazy, they don't 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 name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap

Oh you that guy they talking when they be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring your name up when they talking and say will change ya
I heard a lot about how you can't deal with your
Heard the rumors how you're in trouble 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 you're gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?

I the boy the same Hennessey on ice for me
Her drink emptying as she's pouring 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 but something isn't right to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you to see?"

I'm thinking she gotta be friendly as
Giving a soul to me, it's like an sell
We never met is the story my memory tells
Telling me tales like she handle Hennessey well

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

I want to who you are but you still look very nice
So you talk to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I you a treat?
They I'm crazy, they don't understand 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 part of the hood but hey the story stranger
this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see

She she wasn't married but the rings on her finger
Told me she was langin' and the same uh
Game I use on women so I couldn't even her
Spitting the game I spit to 'em 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 a passion like it was so true
Wouldn't take of the fact
That the listeners didn't know you

There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, show you
She in her purse and while she fumbles around
I find photo, I'm like, "Oh no there's some trouble in town"
I turn around as these two officers is in now

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

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 were never him

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 I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

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

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

Damn what do you
(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 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 that I to kill him)

wrong here and I know just who is the villain
The getting louder, the moral is getting clearer
The officers is at us and I can tell 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 free at
Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm for time
I gotta go grind, time's putting to
Now I'm and stressing, this girl's got me guessing

That this conversation is two types of 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 when they be chilling

And exactly the day that the hospital came to get him
The feeling was the 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 AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy