Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

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 don't how I feel

See, it started off as just a 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 they talking 'bout when they be whisperin', cha
Bring your name up when they talking and say will change ya
I heard a lot about how you can't with your anger
the rumors how you're always in trouble or danger
Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no to explain sir
You do a right 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 would to be
And invite me to a of her life
And she seems so damn innocent but something right to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, you like to see?"

I'm she gotta be friendly as hell
Giving a to me, it's like an identity sell
We never met is the story that my memory
Telling me tales like she doesn't handle well

Getting into it, intimate and into details
See, I met you and you showing me your kids
Who I had any kids? 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 very nice
So will you to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I you a treat?
think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

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

She said she wasn't married but the on her finger
Told me she was and using the same uh
Game I use on women so I couldn't even her
Spitting the game I to 'em when I'm trying to bang her

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

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

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

I don't give a damn whose listening
Try to make it last a long was my mission
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?
Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a
They think I'm crazy, they 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 she just telling me how
It her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile
She

Pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was
Look closer, see a coward who uses a smile's power
Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't it another hour
So she did what she did then she went to go a shower

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

Something's wrong here and I know just who is the
The poison's getting louder, the is getting clearer
The officers is looking at us and I can tell can hear her, told 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 thought she was at least
Baby I you crazy, sorry I'm pressing for time
I gotta go grind, putting 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, my damn ex-best friend
How you know him? She me she was with him at his house
Watching on Sundays when they be chilling

And that's the day that the hospital came to get him
The was the worst feeling 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 'em and that's crazy