Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Out My Closet

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

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

All this commotion emotions run as oceans explodin'
Tempers flarin' from parents just blow 'em off and goin'
Not takin' nothin' no one give 'em hell long 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 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?
I'ma make you so ridiculous now

I'm sorry
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 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 they throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll you back to '73
Before I ever had a sellin' CD

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

I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her
Even if I hated Kim, I'd 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 welcome to 'The Eminem Show'

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

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

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

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' through public systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was 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 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 cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna that you're phony

And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, beautiful
But never see her, she won't even be at your funeral
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was
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' burn in hell for shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you you wished it was me?
guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

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

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