Luyện nghe bài hát Stam (with Eminem)

Chorus:
My tea's gone cold I'm why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain up my window..
and I see at all
And even if I it'd all be gray,
but picture on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad..

[Eminem as
Dear Slim, I but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma her?
I'ma her Bonnie
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the underground that you did with Skam
I got a full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

{Chorus:

as 'Stan']
Dear Slim, you ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't fans
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
That's my little brother man, only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - you're his fucking idol
He wants to be like you man, he likes you more than I do
I that mad though, I just don't like being lied to
Remember we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you
you would back - see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my neither;
he used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to you're saying in your songs
so I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit else so that helps when I'm depressed
I got a tattoo with your name across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7
But she don't you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people us growin up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
yours, Stan -- P.S.
We be together too

{Chorus:

as 'Stan']
Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last package I ever send ass
It's been six months and still no word - I deserve it?
I know you got my two letters;
I wrote the addresses on 'em
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he him?
That's kinda how is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy or a call
I hope you I ripped ALL of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Slim;
up bitch! I'm trying to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I like you
cause if she suffocates suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I to send this shit out?

Elton}

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
and here's an for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that shit just to diss you
But what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say shit just clowning dog,
- how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
or you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be just fine
if you relax a little, I'm I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and his car over a bridge
and had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was.. it was you
Damn!