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 it'll all be gray,
but picture on my wall
It reminds me, it's not so bad,
not so bad.

1st volume gradually grows over background
2nd full volume with beat right "thunder" noise

Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't
I left my cell, my pager, and my phone at the bottom
I two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em
but anyways; it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call
I'ma name her
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who want him
I know you hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and 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, truly yours, your fan
is Stan

Dear Slim, you still ain't or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
That's my little brother man, 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 to be just 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 Denver - you 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 what you're saying in your
so when I have a shitty day, I 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 rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell 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 call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll 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 I ever send your ass
It's six months and still no word - I don't 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 now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a 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 Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
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 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 can't and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you SCREAM 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, my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I tied her up, see I ain't like you
cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then die too
Well, gotta go, I'm at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, I supposed to send this shit out?

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Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you call your daughter that
and here's an autograph for brother,
I wrote it on the cap
I'm sorry I see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just dogg,
- how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down
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 maybe you just need to treat her
I you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think 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, that I do you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some shit
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 pregnant 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!