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
signs 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'
Tempers flarin' from just blow 'em off and keep goin'
Not takin' from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'
Keep ass in the mornin' and takin' names in the evenin'

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

I'm sorry
I meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry, but
I'm cleanin' out my closet, one 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 some in my closet
And I don't know if no one it
So before they throw me my coffin and close it
expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD

I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of
My faggot father must had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause, he split, I wonder if he even kissed me
No I on second thought I just fuckin' wished he would die

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

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

I'm momma
I never meant to you
I never 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 would never diss my own just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think 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, victim of Munchausen's
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick I wasn't
Till I grew up, now I blew up, it 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 what? You're gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick gonna know that you're phony

And gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at funeral
See what hurts me the most is you won't you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep tellin' yourself 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 hell for this
Remember when Ronnie died and you you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, to you as can be

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

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