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 protested and against
Picket signs for my 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 keep
Not takin' nothin' from no one give 'em hell long as I'm
Keep kickin' ass in the mornin' and names in the evenin'

Leave 'em a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See can trigger me, but they'll never figure 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 never meant to make you cry, but
I'm out my closet, one more time

I said, I'm momma
I meant to hurt you
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet

Ha, I got skeletons in my closet
And I don't know if no one it
So before they me inside my coffin 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, maybe I was a couple of months
My faggot father must had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I wonder if he even me goodbye?
No I don't on thought I just fuckin' wished he would die

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

What I did was stupid, no it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was the bullets outta that gun
'Cause, I'da him; 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 meant 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 never meant to you
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm out my closet

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

Bitchin' someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' through public housin' systems, of Munchausen's Syndrome
My life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
I grew 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 justify the way you me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin' older now and it's cold when lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick gonna know that you're phony

And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you see her, she's beautiful
But never see her, she won't even be at your funeral
See what hurts me the most is you admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep tellin' 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 fuckin' in hell for this shit
Remember Ronnie died 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 meant to make 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 make you cry, but
I'm cleanin' out my