Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Out My Closet

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

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

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

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

I'm momma
I meant to hurt you
I never meant to 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

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

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

I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture her side
Even if I hated Kim, I'd my teeth and I'd try
To it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made 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 smartest shit I did was take the bullets that gun
'Cause, I'da killed shit I woulda shot Kim and him, both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Show'

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

I said, I'm sorry
I never meant to 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 for who you think this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessin' your momma poppin' prescription 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 to believe I was sick when I wasn't
Till I 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 try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin' older now and cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so 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 even be at your funeral
See what me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do 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 burn in hell for this shit
when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, to you as can be

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

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