Luyện nghe bài hát Stam (with Eminem)

Chorus:
My tea's gone I'm wondering 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 your picture on my
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 sent two letters back in autumn, you must got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what call her?
name her Bonnie
I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your 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
This is

Elton}

[Eminem as
Dear Slim, you still called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think FUCKED UP you don't answer fans
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda an autograph for Matthew
That's my little man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fucking
He wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just like being lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you if I'd write you
you write back - see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father
he used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in songs
so I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo your name across the chest
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you 'cos you tell it
My girlfriend's cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one
She don't what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, -- P.S.
We should be too

{Chorus:

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

Elton}

Dear Stan, I meant to write you but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you call your daughter that
and here's an for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally to diss you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that just clowning dog,
- how fucked up is you?
You got some Stan, I think you need some counselling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some
And what's this shit us meant to be together?
That of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each
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 that you'll be doin just fine
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 want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that me sick
Some was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to
Come to think about, his was.. it was you
Damn!