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 protested and demonstrated against
Picket for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the kid that's behind

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

'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably of me now, ain't you momma?
I'ma make you so ridiculous now

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

I said, I'm momma
I never to hurt you
I meant 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 my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll take you to '73
Before I ever had a sellin' CD

I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of
My father 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' he would die

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

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

I'm sorry
I never meant to you
I never meant to 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 out my closet

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

Bitchin' that someone's goin' throuh her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Syndrome
My whole life I was made to 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 reason you made 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 your
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna know that phony

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 admit you was wrong
Bitch do song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom

But how dare you try to take what you help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in for this shit
when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, to you as can be

I'm sorry
I never meant to 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