Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

I to know who you are but you still look very 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

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

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

I tell the boy the same on ice for me
Her starts emptying as she's pouring out her life to me
Telling me about her goals and how successful she like to be
And invite me to a session of her
And she so damn innocent but something isn't right to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you to see?"

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

Getting it, getting 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 this picture? Man, let you show you who it is

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

Umm, I don't remember her name but she look an angel
She wasn't from here, I knew she didn't a
Round a part of the but hey the story gets stranger
'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 langin' and the same uh
Game I use on women so I 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 told me about the and love he used to show you
He said what he said with a passion it was so true
Wouldn't advantage of the fact
That the listeners didn't really you

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

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

I don't really give a damn 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 and my punches were never missing him

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 tell you a
They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel

Okay, let's get this straight, 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 wasn't her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar
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

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

She stops, ay keep talkin' I'm
(I don't wanna about the images 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 getting 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 and she put it right on his ass
Bust it the blast, she thought she was free at least
Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm for time
I gotta go grind, time's to resting
Now I'm and stressing, this girl's got me guessing

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

And that's exactly the day that the hospital to get him
The was the worst feeling that she could possibly be feeling
up and then I yelled 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