Luyện nghe bài hát Stan [Explicit]

My tea's gone I'm wondering why I.
got out of bed at all
The rain clouds up my window.
and I see at all
And if I could it'll all be gray,
but your on my wall
It me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad.

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

Dear Slim, I wrote but you 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 somethin
Sometimes I scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess I'ma call her?
I'ma name her
I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill over some bitch who didn't want him
I you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did Skam
I got a room of your posters and your pictures man
I the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, biggest fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance
I ain't mad - I just 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 signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
four hours and you said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his idol
He to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd you
you write back - see I'm just like you in a way
I never my father 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 of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it
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 cause I talk about you
But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
yours, Stan -- P.S.
We should be too

Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word - I deserve it?
I know you got my 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 right now, I'm doing 90 on the
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 coulda saved that 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 letter or a
I hope you know I ripped of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, 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 SCREAM it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't without me
See Slim; up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my screamin in the trunk
but I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I to send this shit out?

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Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that
and here's an for your brother,
I it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just dogg,
c'mon - how fucked up is
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not 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 letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you 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 mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some shit
I seen this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car 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 about, his name was. it was you
Stan!