Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Out My Closet

Where's my
I have no 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 this commotion run deep as oceans explodin'
flarin' from parents just blow 'em off and keep goin'
Not takin' nothin' from no one give 'em hell long as I'm
Keep ass in the mornin' and takin' 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 sick of me now, ain't you
I'ma make you look so now

I'm sorry
I meant to hurt you
I meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet, one more time

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

Ha, I got some in my closet
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 couple of
My faggot must have had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I wonder if he even kissed me
No I don't on second thought I just fuckin' wished he 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 enough to face today

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

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

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

Now, I would never diss my own 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 poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

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

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

And Hailie's so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But never see her, she won't even be at your funeral
See what hurts me the is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep 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 died 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 cleanin' out my closet, one time

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