Luyện nghe bài hát Stan [Explicit]

My tea's gone 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 me, that it's not so bad,
not so bad.

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

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

Dear Slim, you still called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
hours and you just 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
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 father
he used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what you're saying in your
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 got a tattoo of your name across the chest
I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I about you 24/7
But she don't know you I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll 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 and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two
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 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you me to drive?
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who coulda saved that guy from drowning
but didn't, Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 now, I'm drowsy
and all I was a lousy letter or a call
I you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall
I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE me
See Slim; up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend 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, I supposed to send this shit out?

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Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
and here's an for your 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 that shit just to diss you
But what's this you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just dogg,
c'mon - how fucked up is
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some
And what's this about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your need each other
or maybe you need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it you in time
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 Try to understand, that I do want 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 made me sick
Some dude was drunk and 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 they say who it was to
Come to think about, his was. it was you
Stan!