Luyện nghe bài hát Stan [Explicit]

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'll all be gray,
but your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad.

1st volume gradually over raindrop background
2nd full with beat right after "thunder" noise

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 back in autumn, you not-a got 'em
There was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man your daughter?
My pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma her?
I'ma name her
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear 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 pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that was fat
Anyways, I you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I think it's 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 signed an for Matthew
That's my brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
four and you just said, "No."
That's shitty man - you're like his fuckin 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 lied to
when we met in Denver - you said 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 always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to you're saying in your songs
so when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut 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 you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll lose
yours, Stan -- P.S.
We be together too

Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last I ever send your ass
It's six months and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two
I wrote the on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
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 or a call
I hope you know I +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the
but I slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
cause if she she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, I supposed to send this shit out?

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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 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 that shit just to diss you
But what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say shit just clownin dogg,
- how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I you need some counseling
to your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet other
I really you and your girlfriend need each other
or maybe you just to treat her better
I you get to read this letter, I just hope 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 Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some shit
I seen one shit on the news a couple 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 pregnant 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
Stan!