Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Out My Closet

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

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

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

Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they
See they can trigger me, but they'll figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, ain't you
I'ma make you look so now

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

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 skeletons in my closet
And I know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll take you to '73
I ever had a multi-platinum 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 wonder if he kissed me goodbye?
No I don't on second I just fuckin' wished he would die

I look at Hailie and I picture leavin' her side
Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my and I'd try
To make it with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only
But I'm man to face them today

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

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

I said, I'm sorry
I meant to hurt you
I meant 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 in my position, just try to envision
Witnessin' momma poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin' that someone's goin' 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
I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach

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

And Hailie's so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll see her, she won't even be at your funeral
See hurts me the most is you won't admit 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 bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie and you said you wished it was me?
Well 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 sorry
I never to hurt you
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my