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 you a story? Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, don't understand how I feel

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

Oh you that guy they talking 'bout when they be whisperin', cha
Bring your name up they talking and say money 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 true, there's no need to explain sir
You do have a right to be, you seem 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 emptying as she's pouring out her life to me
Telling me her goals and how successful she would like 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 phone, "I got pictures, would you like to see?"

I'm thinking she be friendly as hell
Giving a soul to me, it's an identity sell
We met is the story that my memory tells
Telling me tales like she handle Hennessey well

into it, getting intimate and into details
See, I just met you and you showing me kids
Who said I had any I didn't bring up no kids
Then who's in picture? Man, let you show you just 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 Should I tell you a treat?
think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

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

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

I bump into this dime, he 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 passion like it was so
Wouldn't take advantage of the
That the listeners didn't know you

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

They walk in real and come and sit down
So close, I can see barrels of the guns 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 tells me

I don't really a damn whose listening
Try to make it last a long time was my
And he kept on tripping and I got pissed at him
Hit 'em with my fist and my were never missing him

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 think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel

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

Pictures can be deceiving she knew he was foul
Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses a power
Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't 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 talkin' 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 that I to kill him)

Something's here and I know just who is the villain
The poison's getting louder, the 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 she grabbed and she put it right 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 gotta go grind, time's to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, this got me guessing

That this is two types of evil confession
And she pulls a picture, it's 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 exactly the day the hospital came to get him
The feeling was the worst feeling that she could be feeling
Stood up and then I 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