Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

I want to know who you are but you 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

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

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 deal with anger
Heard the how you're always 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 seem like nice to me
And like you're gonna buy me drink, yeah would you like a seat?

I tell the boy the Hennessey on ice for me
Her drink starts emptying as she's out her life to me
Telling me about her goals and how successful she would to be
And me to a session 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 like an sell
We never met is the story that my tells
me tales like she doesn't handle Hennessey well

Getting it, getting intimate and into details
See, I just met you and you me your kids
Who said I had any I didn't bring up no kids
Then 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? Should I tell you a
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 of the hood but hey the story gets 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
I use on women so I couldn't even blame her
Spitting the game I spit to 'em I'm trying to bang her

I bump into this dime, he told me that he used to you
He told me about the loyalty and he used to show you
He said what he said with a 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, I'll you
She digs in her purse and while she fumbles
I find photo, I'm like, "Oh no there's some trouble in town"
I around as these two officers 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 that they can listen to either of us now
We back around and she says no need for whispering
Then she me that

I don't really give a damn whose
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 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 I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

Okay, let's get straight, your man cheated on you and now
You talking to a perfect stranger like it's you proud
And the rest of conversation she just 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
the smoke strength, couldn't stand it another hour
So she did what she did then she to go take a shower

Damn what do you
(Couldn't tell you I missin' him)
I don't understand what you're saying, how did you get rid of
She dissing him, as I ask her it is she did to him

She stops, ay talkin' I'm listening
(I don't wanna tell about the I'm picturing)
spilling then she tell me
(For real and I got the of what I'm feeling
Is I wanted to kill him)

Something's wrong here and I know just who is the
The poison's louder, the moral 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 plastic is what she grabbed and she put it on his ass
Bust it the blast, she thought she was free 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, this girl's got me

That this is two types of evil confession
And she pulls a clearer picture, it's my damn ex-best
How you know him? She me she was with him at his house
Watching on Sundays when they be chilling

And exactly the day that the hospital came to get him
The feeling was the worst feeling that she could possibly be
Stood up and then I yelled out, "Why in the hell did you him?"
I didn't him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy