Luyện nghe bài hát Stan [Explicit]

My tea's gone I'm wondering 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 picture on my wall
It reminds me, that not so bad,
not so bad.

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

Dear Slim, I wrote but you still callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my 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 scribble too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's 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 call
I'ma her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him
I know you probably 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 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, your fan
This is

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a
I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer
If you didn't wanna talk to me your concert
you didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the cold for you,
four and you just said, "No."
That's pretty man - you're 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 don't like bein lied to
Remember we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you
you would write - see I'm just like you in a way
I never my father neither;
he used to always cheat on my mom and her
I can relate to what you're saying in your
so when I have a shitty day, I drift and put 'em on
cause I don't got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds
like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I about you 24/7
But she know 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, 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 ever send ass
It's been six and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I you got my last two letters;
I wrote the 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 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"
about that guy who coulda saved other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from
Now too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think about it
You ruined it now, I you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't and you SCREAM about it
I hope your EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Shut 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 like 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 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 along is
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter
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 intentionally just to diss you
But what's this you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that just clownin dogg,
c'mon - how fucked up is
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
to help your ass from off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be
That type of shit'll me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each
or maybe you just need to her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just it reaches 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 don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that 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 a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his was. it was you
Stan!