Luyện nghe bài hát Stan [Explicit]

My gone cold I'm wondering 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 your picture on my
It reminds me, it's not so bad,
not so bad.

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

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

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I you have a chance
I mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for
That's my little brother man, he's only six old
We waited in the blistering for you,
four and you just said, "No."
pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just 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 would write - see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my 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 day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit else so that shit when I'm depressed
I even got a of your name across the chest
Sometimes I 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 I talk about you 24/7
But she know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She know what it was like for people like us growin up
You call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, -- P.S.
We should be 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 word - I deserve it?
I know you got my two letters;
I wrote the addresses on 'em
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I you hear it
I'm in the car now, I'm doing 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 coulda saved that other guy drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he him?
That's kinda how this is, you rescued me from drowning
Now too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy or a call
I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda together, think 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 your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Slim; Shut up bitch! I'm to talk!
Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
cause if she she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit

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Dear Stan, I to write you sooner but I just been busy
You your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call daughter that
and an autograph 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 intentionally to diss you
But what's shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit clownin dogg,
c'mon - how up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the when you get down some
And what's shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each
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 reaches you in
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 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 on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a
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!