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 hated or discriminated
I have, I've been protested and 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 as oceans explodin'
Tempers flarin' from just blow 'em off and keep goin'
Not takin' from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'
Keep 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 sick of me now, you momma?
make you look so ridiculous now

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

I said, I'm momma
I never meant to you
I meant 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 and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll take you to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bitchin' that someone's always throuh her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' public housin' systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My whole I was made 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 could try to the way you treated 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 so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your
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 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 sorry
I never meant to you
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my closet, one time

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