Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

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

See, it started off as just a conversation I gave her
The of my record company
(Oh a Sanger)
I said my Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer

Oh you that guy they 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring your name up they talking and say money will change ya
I heard a lot about how you deal with your anger
Heard the rumors how you're always in trouble or
Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no to explain sir
You do have a to be, you seem like you're nice to me
And like gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?

I tell the boy the 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 right to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, you like to see?"

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

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

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

Umm, I don't remember her 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 stranger was stranger than I could 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 so I couldn't even blame her
Spitting the game I spit to 'em when I'm to bang her

I bump this dime, he told me that he used to know you
He me about the loyalty and love he used to show you
He said what he with a passion like it was so true
take advantage of the fact
That the listeners really know you

There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, show you
She in her purse 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 barrels of the guns to the
So close that they can to either of us now
We turn back around and she says no for whispering
she tells me that

I don't really give a whose listening
Try to make it last a time was my mission
And he kept on tripping and then I got at him
Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never him

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

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

can be deceiving like she knew he was foul
Look closer, you'll see a who uses a smile's power
Fleeing the strength, couldn't stand it another hour
So she did what she did then she went to go take a

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

Something's wrong here and I 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 and she put it right on his ass
Bust it before the blast, she thought she was at least
Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm pressing for
I go grind, time's 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 told me she was him at his house
Watching movies on when they be chilling

And that's exactly the day that the came 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 kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy