Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Crazy

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 don't how I feel

See, it started off as just a conversation I gave 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 talking 'bout when be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring your name up when they talking and say will change ya
I heard a lot about how you can't deal with your
Heard the rumors how you're 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 like you're 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 drink 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 damn but something isn't right to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, you like to see?"

I'm thinking she gotta be friendly as
a soul to me, it's like an identity sell
We never met is the story my memory tells
Telling me tales like she doesn't handle well

Getting into it, intimate and into details
See, I just met you and you showing me kids
Who I had any kids? 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 look very
So you talk to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, don't understand how I feel

Umm, I don't remember her but she look like an angel
She wasn't from here, I knew she hang a
Round a part of the hood but hey the gets stranger
'Cause this was stranger than 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 couldn't even her
Spitting the game I spit to 'em I'm trying to bang her

I bump into this dime, he told me he used to know you
He told me the loyalty and love he used to show you
He said he said with a passion like it was so true
Wouldn't advantage of the fact
That the listeners really know you

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

walk in real suspicious and come and sit down
So close, I can see they of the guns to the ground
So close that they can to either of us now
We turn back around and she 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 then I got at him
Hit 'em with my fist and my punches never missing him

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, don't 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 of this conversation she just telling me how
It wasn't her in the pic but a familiar smile
She

Pictures can be deceiving like she 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

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

Something's wrong and I know just who is the villain
The poison's getting louder, the moral is getting
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 the blast, she thought she was free at least
Baby I think you crazy, I'm pressing for time
I gotta go grind, time's to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, girl's got me guessing

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

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