Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

I want to know who you are but you still look nice
So will you to me?
I tell you a story? Should I tell 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 of my record 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 your name up when 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 always in trouble or
Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to sir
You do have a right to be, you seem like nice to me
And like gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?

I the boy the same 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 invite me to a session of her
And she seems so innocent but something isn't right to me
She out her picture 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 that my memory tells
Telling me tales like she doesn't Hennessey well

Getting into it, getting intimate and details
See, I just met you and you showing me your
Who said I had any kids? I bring up no kids
Then who's in this picture? Man, let you you just who it is

I want to know who you are but you still look very
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

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

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

I into 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 really know you

There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, show you
She digs in her purse and she fumbles around
I find that photo, I'm like, "Oh no some trouble in town"
I around as these 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 that they can listen to either of us now
We turn back around and she no need for whispering
Then she me that

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

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 tell you a
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 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

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

what do you mean?
(Couldn't tell you I missin' 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 wanna about the images I'm picturing)
spilling then she tell me
(For real and I got the of what I'm feeling
Is that I wanted to him)

Something's wrong here and I just who is the villain
The poison's getting louder, the moral is clearer
The officers is looking at us and I can 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 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 sweating and stressing, this got me guessing

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

And that's the day that the hospital came to get him
The feeling was the worst feeling that she could possibly be
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