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 or discriminated against?
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 parents just blow 'em off and keep
Not takin' nothin' no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'
Keep ass in the mornin' and takin' names in the evenin'

Leave 'em a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never 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 meant 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 cleanin' out my

Ha, I got some in my closet
And I don't if no one knows it
So before they 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, I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I if he even kissed me goodbye?
No I don't on second thought I just fuckin' wished he die

I look at and I couldn't picture 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 maybe made some mistakes but I'm only
But I'm man enough to them 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 him; shit I shot Kim and him, both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem

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

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

Now, I would diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this is dissin'
But put in my position, just try to envision
Witnessin' your momma prescription pills in the kitchen

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

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

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

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

I'm momma
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 cleanin' out my