Luyện nghe bài hát Stam (with Eminem)

Chorus:
My tea's gone cold I'm why I..
got out of bed at all
The rain clouds up my window..
and I see at all
And even if I it'd all be gray,
but your 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 home phone at the
I sent two back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
name her Bonnie
I about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and pictures man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

{Chorus:

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

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

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