Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

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

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

Oh you that guy talking 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring name up when they talking and say money will change ya
I heard a lot about how you can't deal with anger
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 seem like nice to me
And like you're gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a

I tell the boy the same on ice for me
Her starts emptying as she's pouring out her life to me
Telling me her goals and how successful she would like to be
And me to a session of her life
And she seems so innocent 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
a soul to me, it's like an identity sell
We met is the story that my memory tells
Telling me tales like she handle Hennessey well

Getting into it, getting and into details
See, I just met you and you me your kids
Who said I had any kids? I didn't bring up no
Then who's in 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 Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they don't how I feel

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

She said she married but the rings on her finger
me she was langin' and using 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 into this dime, he me that he used to know you
He told me about the loyalty and he used to show you
He what he said with a passion like it was so true
take advantage of the fact
That the listeners didn't know you

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

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

I don't really a damn whose listening
Try to it last a long time was my mission
And he kept on tripping and then I got at him
Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were missing him

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

Okay, get this 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 her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile
She

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

Damn do you mean?
(Couldn't tell you I missin' him)
I don't 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)
Henny then she tell me
(For real and I got the feeling of what I'm
Is that I wanted to him)

Something's wrong here and I know 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
I think you crazy, sorry I'm pressing for time
I go grind, time's putting to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me

That this conversation is two types of evil
And she pulls a picture, it's my damn ex-best friend
How you know him? She told me she was him at his house
Watching on Sundays 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