Luyện nghe bài hát Clean Out My Closet

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

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

All this commotion emotions run as oceans explodin'
Tempers flarin' from parents just '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 takin' names in the

Leave 'em with a taste as sour as in they mouth
See can trigger me, but they'll never figure 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 meant to hurt you
I meant to make 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

Ha, I got some skeletons in my
And I don't know if no one it
So before they me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll take you to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum CD

I was a baby, maybe I was just a 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 fuckin' wished he would die

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

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

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

Now, I would diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to for who you think this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position, try to envision
your momma poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shit's
through public housin' systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was to believe I was sick when 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 try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna know you're 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 is you won't admit you was wrong
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 bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit
Remember when died and you said you wished it was me?
Well what, I am dead, dead to you as can be

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