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 or discriminated against?
I have, been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the
as the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind

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

Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in mouth
See can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, you momma?
I'ma you look so ridiculous now

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

Ha, I got skeletons in my closet
And I don't if no one knows it
So before throw me inside 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, I was just a couple of months
My father must 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 fuckin' wished he would die

I at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
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 maybe some mistakes but I'm only human
But I'm man enough to face them

I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta 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 Eminem Show'

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 to make you cry, but tonight
I'm out my closet

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

that 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
Till I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya

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

And gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she 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 dare you try to what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you burn in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you it was me?
guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

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