Luyện nghe bài hát Stan [Explicit]

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

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

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

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you a chance
I ain't mad - I think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you said, "No."
That's shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol
He wants to be like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just like bein lied to
Remember when we met in - 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 cheat on my mom and beat her
I can to what you're saying in your songs
so when I have a shitty day, I away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit 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 adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I you cause you tell it
My jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I 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 fan you'll ever 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 package I ever send ass
It's been six months and still no word - I deserve it?
I you got my last two letters;
I wrote the on 'em perfect
So this is my 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 drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he him?
That's kinda how is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, about 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 Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend in the trunk
but I slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
cause if she suffocates suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit

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Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I 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 it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I missed you
Don't think I did that intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin dogg,
c'mon - how up is you?
You got issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls 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 each other
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
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 think that be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but
why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan
I just don't want you to do crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car a bridge
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!