Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Out My Closet

Where's my
I have no on my headphones
you go
Yeah, yo, yo

Have you ever been hated or discriminated
I have, I've been and demonstrated against
Picket for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's

All commotion emotions run deep as oceans explodin'
Tempers flarin' from just blow 'em off and keep goin'
Not nothin' from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'
Keep ass in the mornin' and takin' names in the evenin'

Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they
See can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, you momma?
I'ma make you look so now

I'm sorry
I never to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more

I said, I'm sorry
I never meant to you
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my

Ha, I got some in my closet
And I don't know if no one it
So before they me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a sellin' CD

I was a baby, maybe I was a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I wonder if he kissed me goodbye?
No I don't on second I just fuckin' wished he would die

I look at and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
Even if I hated Kim, I'd my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at least for Hailie's
I maybe some mistakes but I'm only human
But I'm man enough to face them

What I did was stupid, no doubt it was
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets that gun
'Cause, I'da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and him,
my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem Show'

I'm momma
I meant to hurt you
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more

I said, I'm sorry
I meant to hurt you
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet

Now, I never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
your momma poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Syndrome
My whole life I was to believe I was sick when I wasn't
I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach

Doesn't it? Wasn't it the you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin' now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna know you're phony

And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she even be at your funeral
See what hurts me the most is you won't you was wrong
do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom

But how you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for shit
Remember when Ronnie and you said you wished it was me?
guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

I'm sorry
I never to hurt you
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my closet, one time

I said, I'm sorry
I meant to hurt you
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet