Luyện nghe bài hát Stan [Explicit]

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

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

Dear Slim, I but you still 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 problem at the post or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
but anyways; 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
I'ma name her
I about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the underground that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and 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, yours, your biggest fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you still ain't 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 wanna talk to me your concert
you have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering for you,
four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - 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 don't like lied to
Remember when we met in - you said if I'd write you
you write back - see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father
he used to always on my mom and beat her
I can to what you're saying in your songs
so I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a 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 rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it
My girlfriend's 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 people like us up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan ever lose
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 send your ass
It's been six months and still no - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two
I wrote the addresses on 'em
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 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 Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
That's kinda how 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 letter or a call
I you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think it
You ruined it now, I hope you sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you about it
I hope your EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Slim; up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't you
cause if she suffocates she'll more, and then she'll die too
Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit

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Dear Stan, I meant to write you 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 here's an for your brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta you
Don't think I did that shit just to diss you
But what's this shit you about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin dogg,
c'mon - how fucked up is
You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling
to your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us to be together?
That of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
or maybe you just need to her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin fine
if you a little, I'm glad I inspire 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 crazy
I seen one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
dude 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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to about, his name was. it was you
Stan!