Luyện nghe bài hát Stan [Explicit]

My tea's gone cold I'm why I.
got out of bed at all
The rain clouds 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 grows over raindrop background
2nd volume 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 must got 'em
There probably was a at the post office or somethin
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 a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
name her Bonnie
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some 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 with
I got a full of your posters and your pictures man
I the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I you get this 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 have a
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 coulda signed an autograph for
That's my little 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 wants to be just like you man, he you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I don't like bein lied to
Remember when we met in - you said if I'd write you
you would write back - see I'm like you in a way
I never knew my neither;
he used to always on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what saying in your songs
so I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of name across the chest
Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds
like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush 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 don't you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people us growin up
You gotta call me man, be the biggest 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 your ass
It's been six and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two
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 90 on the freeway
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 coulda saved that other guy from
but didn't, Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda me from drowning
Now too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE me
See Slim; Shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my screamin in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't 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 you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that
and here's an autograph for 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 shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut wrists too?
I say that shit clownin dogg,
- how fucked up is you?
You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That of shit'll make me not want 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 this letter, I hope it reaches you in time
before you yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine
if you a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad? Try to understand, I do want you as a fan
I just want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they say who it was to
Come to about, his name was. it was you
Stan!