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

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

Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now, ain't you
I'ma you look so ridiculous now

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

Ha, I got some skeletons in my
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 you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD

I was a baby, I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his 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
Even if I Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work with her at least for sake
I maybe made some but I'm only human
But I'm man enough to face today

What I did was stupid, no 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 to 'The Eminem Show'

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

I said, I'm sorry
I never meant to you
I never to make 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 this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
Witnessin' your momma poppin' pills in the kitchen

Bitchin' that someone's always throuh her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' public housin' systems, victim of Munchausen's 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 that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin' older now and 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 even be at your funeral
See what me the most is you won't admit 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 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 to hurt you
I never meant to you cry, but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my closet, one more

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