Luyện nghe bài hát Stan [Explicit]

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

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

Dear Slim, I wrote but you still callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the
I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma her?
name her Bonnie
I read about Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your fan
I even got the underground shit you did with Skam
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,
to chat, truly 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 just think it's FUCKED UP you answer fans
If you didn't talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
my little brother man, he's only six years old
We in the blistering cold for you,
hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you than I do
I ain't mad though, I just don't like bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you if I'd write you
you would write - see I'm just like you in a way
I knew my father neither;
he used to cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to you're saying in your songs
so when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit else so that helps when I'm depressed
I even got a 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 you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk 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 you'll lose
yours, Stan -- P.S.
We be together too

Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word - I deserve it?
I know you got my two letters;
I the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm 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 me to drive?
You the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me drowning
Now it's too - 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 +ALL+ of your off the wall
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 I hope 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 girlfriend screamin in the
but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't you
cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and she'll die too
Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send shit out?

. .

Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really you would call your daughter that
and here's an autograph for 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 intentionally 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 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 us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend each other
or maybe you just need to her better
I hope you get to read letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just
if you relax a little, I'm glad I 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 shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago made me sick
Some dude was and drove his car over a bridge
and had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
to think about, his name was. it was you
Stan!