Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Out My Closet

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

Have you been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, at the times
Sick as the mind of the kid that's behind

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

Leave 'em with a taste as as vinegar in they mouth
See they can me, but they'll never figure me out
at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, ain't you momma?
I'ma make you so ridiculous now

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

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

Ha, I got skeletons in my closet
And I don't know if no one it
So before throw me inside my coffin and close it
expose 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 have had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I wonder if he even me goodbye?
No I don't on thought I just fuckin' wished he would die

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

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

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

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

Now, I would never diss my own momma just to get
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is
But put yourself in my position, just try to
Witnessin' your momma 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 made to believe I was when I wasn't
Till I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you to ya stomach

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

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

But how dare you try to take what you help me to get
You selfish bitch, I you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit
Remember Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, to you as can be

I'm momma
I never meant to you
I never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet, one more time

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