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 clouds up my window..
and I see at all
And if I could it'd all be gray,
but your on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad,
not so bad..

[Eminem as
Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't
I my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call
I'ma name her
I read about your Uncle 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 underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room full of your posters and 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, yours, your biggest fan
is Stan

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

Elton}

[Eminem as
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 months and still no word - I don't it?
I know you got my last two
I wrote the addresses on 'em
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the
Hey Slim, I drank a of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by 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 show he found
kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a
I hope you know I ripped ALL of your pictures off the
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 about it
I hope your conscience AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See {*screaming*}
Shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you
if she suffocates she'll suffer 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 send this out?

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