Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

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

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

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 can't 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 you're nice to me
And like you're gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a

I the boy the same Hennessey 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
Giving a soul to me, it's like an identity
We met is the story that my memory tells
Telling me tales like she doesn't handle Hennessey

Getting into it, getting intimate and details
See, I just met you and you showing me kids
Who I had any kids? I didn't bring up no kids
who's 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 you a treat?
They I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

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

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

There's pictures in my pocketbook, got it, I'll 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 around as these two 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 close that they can listen to of us now
We turn back around and she says no need for
Then she me that

I don't really give a damn whose
Try to make it last a time was my mission
And he on tripping and then 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 Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel

Okay, let's get straight, your man cheated on you and now
You to a perfect stranger like it's making you proud
And the rest of this conversation she just me how
It her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile
She

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

Damn what do you
(Couldn't tell you that I him)
I don't understand you're 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 I'm listening
(I don't tell about the images I'm picturing)
Henny spilling she tell me
(For real and I got the feeling of what I'm
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 at us and I can tell they 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 before the blast, she thought she was free at
Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm for time
I go grind, time's putting to resting
Now I'm and stressing, this girl's got me guessing

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

And exactly the day that the hospital came 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 AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy