Luyện nghe bài hát Stan [Explicit]

My tea's cold 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 could all be gray,
but your on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad.

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

Dear Slim, I wrote but you ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm
I had a kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground that you did with Skam
I got a full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back,
just to chat, yours, your biggest fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think FUCKED UP you don't answer fans
If you wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
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 fuckin
He wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do
I ain't mad though, I just don't like bein lied to
when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you
you would back - see I'm just like you in a way
I never my father neither;
he used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to you're saying 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 even got a tattoo of your name the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
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 gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
Sincerely yours, -- P.S.
We be together too

Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last package I ever send ass
It's been six months and no word - I don't deserve 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 drank a fifth of vodka, you me to drive?
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda me from drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a 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 you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Slim; 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 suffocates she'll suffer more, and she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send shit out?

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Dear Stan, I to write 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 an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did shit intentionally just to diss you
But this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just dogg,
c'mon - how up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
to help your ass from bouncing off the when you get down some
And what's 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 girlfriend each other
or maybe you just need to her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in
you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I'm I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just don't you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that 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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was. it was you
Stan!