Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Out My Closet

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

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

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

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

I'm momma
I meant to hurt you
I meant 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 never to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my

Ha, I got some in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So before they me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll you back to '73
I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it? Wasn't it the reason 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 growin' up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony

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

But how dare you try to 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?
Well guess what, I am dead, to you as can be

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

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